April Showers Poem by Sheena Blackhall

April Showers



There's no smoke in the lark's house
Stones never kindle a fire
April showers are sweet and cool
As honey on the briar

The whitest blossom on the dyke
Is highest up the wall
For it's the nearest place to Heaven
When April showers fall

Monday, June 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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