Billys Walk to School
Billy no longer needed his hood for the rain
She had stopped ten minutes ago
But his yellow slicker felt comfortable around his face
He trudged through the overly tall grasses toward school
It was March, so rain could come again in a rush
Possibly a monsoon with thirty-mile an hour winds
He was not experienced like his Des Moines Grandpa
But he knew about March- in like a lion, out like a lamb
Were those white flowers called daffodils?
Daffodils were the first ones up in spring
The leaders of the band
He smiled as he thought of warmer weather
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