Spring Poem by Geoff Todd
Spring
Morning has breaking,
Spring is here for the taking,
Smell the bread its baking,
Go for a walk legs are aching,
Mist clouded at the bottom of trees,
Wimters beat its on its knees,
Is that the first hum of bees?
Young birds take of from the trees,
Seeds pushing their heads through soil,
Time to tidy the garden work and toil,
Summers on its way its time to boil,
Till the earth dig the soil.
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