finally buds and warmth of Spring
at last i can go, out from in
pretty birds came from south and sing
biking nowhere, let fun begin
like heaven's gate, seen without eyes
my son sees clouds "look up", he cries
flowers open each gold sunrise
my son sips, and on soft grass lies
too hot for socks i see his toes
harry turned 10, he grows and grows
i served ice cream that my wife froze
by shiny stream that flows and goes
June 6 we came for freeing France
when sunny rays dry those poor plants
tragic battles brought pain and tears
for freedom's need, our army steers.
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