Spring

Spring

A Poem by Grandmary

A yellow daffodil peeps up
Yawns and stretches in the morning sun
Cheerful squawks and furious flapping
As robins argue for angleworms
Swiped by the little boy in the faded jeans
On his way to fish at the farm pond.
Mom wanders the orchard, checking blossoms
Snapping off many to make sure the tree does not overbear
A hard decision, for a late frost might do the same,
and end the harvest before it starts.
Little girl in sunbonnet, crouches down
Poking at ladybugs with a tiny twig
Dad wanders the field with twine and stakes
Measuring out the vegetable garden before he tills.
The breeze picks up, adding a slight chill
Bringing daydreams of kites and laughter.
Spring has finally come!

© 2020 Grandmary


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Oh I wish I was there - the imagery you portray here is amazing - such fine details you describe that draw the reader to clearly envision each subject emerged in their activity - bravo so well done!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Grandmary

4 Years Ago

Thank you :)

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Added on February 29, 2020
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Grandmary
Grandmary

Greenleaf, KS



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