HOMESICK FOR SPRING RIDGE
Written by
WINNIFRED TALBOT DRAGLAND

Marlene writes; "My Grandma Winnie (Winnifred) wrote a lot about her childhood and I thought
I would share with you her thoughts about growing up in Spring Ridge
for according to the stories I've been told, Dan, Tom, Harry, Mary, Sarah
and even Charlotte Lived out there."

IN MY HEART THERE IS A LONGING
FOR THAT HOME OF LONG AGO.
JUST TO SEE THE PURPLE CROCOUS,
AS IT BLOSSOMS THROUGH THE SNOW.

JUST TO CLIMB AGAIN TO THE HILLTOP,
AND GAZE IN WONDER ALL AROUND.
TO FEEL THE SOFT WIND BLOWING.
AS I SIT THERE ON THE GROUND.

JUST TO WANDER THROUGH FIELDS OF FLOWERS
RIGHT AFTER THE SUN COMES UP.
TO HEAR THE MEADOWLARK SINGING.
AND SMELL THE SWEET BUTTERCUPS.

JUST TO GAZE AT THE DISTANT MOUNTAINS
WHEN THE DAYS WORK IS DONE.
SEE THE SKY WITH ALL ITS SPLENDOR,
AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN