It is Spring
Which many delights does bring
It is spring
When the butterfly to the flower clings.
The garden is filled with multi-colored flowers
In the pots and in the bowers
Around the rose, the fly hovers
Whilst the gardeners preens at his powers
The birds perched in a precarious position
Do the day with songs hail
Whilst the squirrel runs up and down
The branches, green and brown
Every branch is filled with birds at play
Robin and sparrow, finch and jay
And until spring lasts
There are countless jovial hearts
For it is a season of gaiety and fun
When even seniors feel they can also run
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Spring! Spring! Spring!
thank you! dear Poet
(this senior is going
for a fun, run
erm
to go grab some
...
Rum
...)
'don't hate me'.. lol
this senior has posted a poem written 50 years ago, without making any changes.. it may be childish but brings back lovely memories of bygone days... so who am i to deny you your run and fun,,, enjoy to the utmost, we only live once
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