Curious Poem by John McCornack

But isn’t it curious
It makes one just want to sing
for though the thrill may be spurious-
It’s impossible not to look forward to Spring.

The tides of seasons are swiftly changing
Each in each other besides
Since spring time has started flowing
Summer time will soon be here

Awake! Its Spring.....
Listen to the music of the flowers
The leaves are fluttering in delight
And the butterflies are dancing on red dirt roads