Spring Will be Pretty
Spring will be pretty. Just give it a week,
When flowers are blooming down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud,
But for the moment I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting, since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness with puddles of goo.
I stepped off the sidewalk and into the ooze.
Next thing I knew, I stepped out of my shoes!
Mud on my ankles and mud on my clothes.
I stumbled face-first and got mud up my nose.
Spring will be pretty, but I must confess,
The first days of spring are a muckety mess!
Dave Crawley
Spring
The long cold winter is melting away
A single red bird is spotted today
Through the mist the sun is peeking
Squirrels are about and acorn-seeking
New life has come to fields and woods
Kids venture out with sweatshirts with hoods
In just a few weeks the river will flow
Blossoms of trees will be starting to show
There's still a chill in the springtime air
Winter is gone but the memory is still there
Summer is waiting a few months beyond
To warm the air and the meadow and pond
A gopher peers out from the holes that he makes
Springtime is when the whole world awakes.
-Author Unknown
A single red bird is spotted today
Through the mist the sun is peeking
Squirrels are about and acorn-seeking
New life has come to fields and woods
Kids venture out with sweatshirts with hoods
In just a few weeks the river will flow
Blossoms of trees will be starting to show
There's still a chill in the springtime air
Winter is gone but the memory is still there
Summer is waiting a few months beyond
To warm the air and the meadow and pond
A gopher peers out from the holes that he makes
Springtime is when the whole world awakes.
-Author Unknown
Rain by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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