Post by poeticbytes on Mar 24, 2007 7:06:25 GMT -6
Spring
I did not write this poem today.
My words have all gone out to play.
The sun is shining bright and warm.
beckoning spring brings forth her charm.
I hear the birds,see grass grass green.
The air is warming fresh and clean.
I see new smiles as she takes hold
While her friend the sun sprinkles all with gold.
As with the birds there's cause to sing
Coming renewed after the cold.
So out I go to embrace this nature,
play in her grandeur
Revel at her stature.
For only she's able to bear all these things
So I've left the writing to my good friend Spring. ...PB
(I would like to thank Spring for being with me...just in time
)
I did not write this poem today.
My words have all gone out to play.
The sun is shining bright and warm.
beckoning spring brings forth her charm.
I hear the birds,see grass grass green.
The air is warming fresh and clean.
I see new smiles as she takes hold
While her friend the sun sprinkles all with gold.
As with the birds there's cause to sing
Coming renewed after the cold.
So out I go to embrace this nature,
play in her grandeur
Revel at her stature.
For only she's able to bear all these things
So I've left the writing to my good friend Spring. ...PB
(I would like to thank Spring for being with me...just in time
)
