Spring

Spring 

What doth thou bring,

Merry birds upon thy wing

What sweet melodies they shall sing!

All winter were the daffodils 

Crushed by Nature's power

But once more they shall tower

Upon the Highland Hills

Upon a Glorious April Day,

The children come out to play.

The redbreast finds his mate

And all is ever so gay.

Reviews

[jessica Wray]

awsome

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Great flow!nice,concise and simple...great job!

[Rossen]

well spoken,good choices,good work.

[Michael Jarrell]

Haha aw. So short, but so sweet. It gets me excited for spring.... it actually made me crack a smile. =]

F**k winter.

[Shay]

that is really cool liked the flow of words two thumbs up def.

[E.H. Monroe]

the ode throwback when a master could wake up, open his window and take in a smell of spring and create a vision for it...then go back to bed or get blown..Ho Ho

Good on ya

[Ibreez Shabkhez]

My favorite tulip was smitten
by savage winter t'was bitten
hence, this poem was written

[Ibreez Shabkhez]

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[Ibreez Shabkhez]

Thanks guys...is this better than soul less's poems.

[Drey Mitchell]

Very cute :)