SpringA Poem by GrandmaryA 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!
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