The Fish Are Biting
In Spring, a plethora of colorful wildflowers begin to bloom in the country. The soil has a rich, earthy smell, for April showers have washed the pungent cow manure deep into the ground to nourish the crops. The songbirds are brooding their clutch of eggs; and in a few days, I'll hear their hatchling chicks squabbling over a meal of caterpillars and worms. Soon, their flight feathers will fill in, and they will flex their wings, preparing for fledgling and the miracle of flight. Before long, they'll soar into the heavens, touch the face of God, and achieve the impossible. Summer's heat is on its way, and the hearts of young children are beating wildly in anticipation of a fun summer, enjoying a well-deserved vacation from schoolwork.
the sun shines brightly
pollywogs morph into frogs...
the fish are biting
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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