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Poetry Pleases: Inheritance

Jenny Cooper writes a poem about the most promising of the four seasons.

This belongs to me, this untold wealth,
The fortune in the stirring of the spring.
This great unfolding of each bud, each leaf and flower
All mine to see and set me wondering.
The jewels that I wear some call them stars
Cannot to man-made glitter be compared.
Diamonds in the raindrops as they fall
With all my friends, the flowers, I have shared.
Money I have not, but what could buy
A rainbow for me? Yet I own each one.
And all this wealth, this fortune that is mine,
I leave it all to you when I am gone.

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