That simple time of year,
When the heat does not sear.
The sun shines in the sky,
And the birds return, flying high.
The dead earth so brown,
Grows a new green crown
With jewels of pink and yellow,
The crown is now far from mellow.
The white snow melts away,
It has nothing more to say.
It seeps into the earth,
At the season of new birth.
Baby animals runnin’ ‘round.
Every creature makes a special sound.
The rivers finally flowing free
Again, tripping over stones with glee.
But best of all in this season,
Comes my favorite fact, there’s a reason.
School is out, school is done.
Now I’m free to play and run in the sun.
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My Poetry
PoetryAll of my poems gathered into one book (who knows, maybe someday published as so? probably not :-/ ) poems of different topics but none would be on here if I didn't truly like it, if i didn't think I did good on one, it would be gone.
