It's time to start a new year
The last one's gone so fast
Things have happened, good and bad
And now they're in the past.
It's time to look towards the spring
When beauty fills the air,
When birds return from far and wide
And there's greeness everywhere.
The spring bulbs appear and show their heads
And things begin to sprout
How lovely it is to be alive
And go on a walk-about.
Bob Lowe,