March 2026 Slice of Life, No. 8

While thumbing the pages of an 1920 reader [one that was read by students a hundred years ago], I found a short verse. It spoke to me of spring, its beauty and life, connecting me to past years, to many a springtime with trees blooming and robins singing.

I read it several times and with each reading, I fell more and more in love with its complexity in its simplicity. I fell in love with its imagery. I noticed the poet’s crafting — choice of words, repetition, rhyme scheme, line length, and form. But most of all, I noticed the poet’s use of questions, how the questions made the poem speak to me, how they drew me into its beauty.

And so, today I share this treasure with you, my reader.

Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring?
In the spring?
Beneath the apple blossoms in the spring?
When the pink cascades were falling,
And the silver brooklets brawling,
And the cuckoo bird is calling
In the spring!

Author Unknown

The saucer magnolia tree on the corner of our house,
hanging over our driveway,
whose blossoms I walk beneath each spring.

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