it is springtime and this is the season
when lots of things are pretty pleasin
daffodills and dandylions a bright yellow
buttercups and forget me nots
lovingly mellow
the grass getting greener day by day
the air smelling fresher come month of may
the earth comes alive
things start to thrive
a kind of gladness fills the air
you can feel it in the atmosphere
the gardeners getting their shovels ready
digging up a small plot steady steady
a robin redbreast hopping about
looking for a worm to come out
a pretty little sparrow
on a big red wheelbarrow
spring the best time of the year
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Always makes me feel like tigger
Nicely done
Paul, thanks for the memories! I love spring and remember it in Switzerland and Montreal. But for the last 30 years I have been living in a place where it is more or less the same all year long. It does have its advantages, at least I don't freeze my butt off, but I do miss the seasons sometimes.
Cute this one. I love spring because I love to garden. Here in Florida is hot now, and rainy. Everything is green and beautiful. I'm busy pulling weeds. Thanks for sharing your spring feeling.
a robin redbreast hopping about, great line but they are popping about all year round where I live. lovley poem onepauly.
its springing it back to me now. great write my chum.
welcome
Good write and a good season.
thanks
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