Spring on the Hill
In Nyack
At Tappanzee Manor

Spring on the hill
And rain Is falling.
The air is fresh
And the mountains green.
Hopefully, the sun
Will shine tomorrow,
So I can walk
In loveliness, warmth
And freedom.
Six and one half decades
I have walked the earth.
But I was born in the spring.
This is a special time for me.

-- Deanne F. Purcell

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