Spring At Last Poem by Sarah Persson

Spring time is the perfect time for tending to the weeds,
Leaving all the pretty things,
Removing autumn leaves,
Turning up the soil and tossing out the old dead roots,
Creating gardens bright and neat
And cutting grass in muddy boots.

And after get the garden hose and freshen all the turf,
The scent intoxicating
And the hunger starts to burn,
Removing dirty covers from the barbecue, it's time,
To light the coals, prepare the meat,
Then grab a beer and put up your feet,
Sublime!