It Is Spring In My World
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Spring is here and I have flung my windows open,
the birds are singing and there is a sweet smell;
that wraps around me and tells me to come outside,
oh, I am floating high as if in a magic spell.
I see that sweet tulips are beginning to bloom,
so, I must, must go for a bike ride today;
in the back of the garage my bike is waiting,
some digging and it is time for me to stray.
Down the cobble street I go with air in my hair,
I throw away all care for it is SPRING;
into the park and the smell of new grass,
humming to myself I make-up a song to sing.
I am like a drunk overcome with the spring air,
and at last I tumble down into the grass;
to watch the pond ducks drifting along,
where the blue sky is reflected on water of glass.
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March 17, 2022 (Inspired by an old poem)
Poetry/Quatrain/It is Spring in My World
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-550-17
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand 1091
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/18/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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