Springtime
1 May, 2011
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Looking out the window at the sky of blue
I can see the treetops budding with spring
I can almost feel the wind blowing
As I watch a small group of geese fly by
I can smell the fresh first cutting of the grass
Though it missed the pretty, pesky dandelions
Walking out the door without a jacket feels great
Stopping for a moment to take it all in
I look at all that nature is sharing
and bask in the wondrous day
Taking in a deep breath of springtime
...I sneeze
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| anonymous (121.218.79.213) -- Monday, May 2 2011, 09:02 am a wonderful nature poem!I very much enjoyed the feel of this piece.Thanks for sharing. |
| shiloh (67.251.100.215) -- Friday, May 6 2011, 03:36 am especially the last line. most appropriate, and i can relate to it perfectly. thanks for a good chuckle... peace... |
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