A Tale Of Springtime Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

The last snow of winter melts away
It didn't stay for long,
Now the blackbird in the hedgerow
Sings his springtime song.

Rooks build their nest high in the tree tops
A sign of a good summer to come,
Fields of newborn lambs
Are a delight to everyone.

Trees with their branches covered in buds
Ready to start anew,
Bluebells in the woods
Form eyecatching sheets of blue.

The yellow flowers of primrose and daffodil
Make a fine display,
Now the spring is truely here
And the summer is not far away.