Spring comes at last.
We waited so long.
What's that? Listen,
A Robin's sweet song.
Brook running, trickling
The snow melting fast.
Tiny flowers peeking
up out of the grass.
Greening, preening,
fresh dirt smells.
Raining, draining,
water runs past.
Screen doors banging,
Creaking and wham!
Out we go, fun,
Playing,
we gasp!
Mothers tell as
Their Kids whiz
Come Home when.
The sun goes low
Old days and new days,
Around we all go.
Bidding Goodbye to that
danged old Snow.
