Add to ORKGIn lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Growing up on the farm it was easy to enjoy spring. Everything came back to life in a way that hit you in the face everywhere you looked. The roads were no longer mushy brown. The tree limbs weren\u27t naked. The sky donned blue shades instead of gray and the clouds seemed to dance on light breezes. Even the air smelled like it was brand new--cool and crisp like ice cubes in fresh water
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Transform is the keyword for the situation we are in. The climate is changing and we do to. Our need...
First Line: The spring, the spring has come again, the trees have deck'd themselves anew in greenKey...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Growing up on the farm it was eas...
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In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Her feet are bare and cold; her le...
This poem, written in one sitting on a Sunday morning, is a reflection not only on the transition be...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I guess I can\u27t remember the ti...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The road was narrow. It ran throu...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The petunias along the walk border...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The green came silently with thund...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The sun was shining hot that day, ...
I used to really dislike winter. Short days--darkness and cold. And the damp early spring weather se...
I have matured, and, at the proper time, the winnower will come for me. I will be ready. I have cast...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Transform is the keyword for the situation we are in. The climate is changing and we do to. Our need...
First Line: The spring, the spring has come again, the trees have deck'd themselves anew in greenKey...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Growing up on the farm it was eas...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Spring\u27 s arrival. Birdsongs wa...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Thick snow crusted the trunks and ...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. Her feet are bare and cold; her le...
This poem, written in one sitting on a Sunday morning, is a reflection not only on the transition be...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. I guess I can\u27t remember the ti...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The road was narrow. It ran throu...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The petunias along the walk border...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The green came silently with thund...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The sun was shining hot that day, ...
I used to really dislike winter. Short days--darkness and cold. And the damp early spring weather se...
I have matured, and, at the proper time, the winnower will come for me. I will be ready. I have cast...
In the first year of peace, the springtime sun Shone long on a wintry scene, but naturally No one co...
Transform is the keyword for the situation we are in. The climate is changing and we do to. Our need...
First Line: The spring, the spring has come again, the trees have deck'd themselves anew in greenKey...