Spring
The days are warming, the wheat is growing,
Cold winds soon away from us flowing.
The buds are popping all over the trees,
and soon I'm sure will come the bees.
This is my favorite time of year,
for springs warm days are very near.
It's still a little early I know it's true,
But this feeling's so very much like the flu.
I am longing to dig and plant the ground,
But wait I will, until spring comes round!
For many times this fever I've faced
and to the garden shops I race...
Happily planting and feeling so good,
With the next week in snow I stood.
Lessons sometimes are hard to learn,
I think this time I'll wait my turn.
Its beautiful flowers that I want to see,
So hurry up Spring for I have SEEDS!
Copyright © Linda Etling | Year Posted 2009
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