Treasure Island

Erica Olson

(April 14th 1994 / Princeton Minnesota)

spring morning

days go by so quickly by
sun comes up
moon goes down
birds cherping
trees rustling
things start getting up
every movement is so graceful
the sky lit up
the smell of a spring rain still in the air
river flowing water rushing
coffee brewing
smell of breakfast still pondering
flowers blooming
so relaxing
so calming
up and ready for a morning walk
kids playing
sucha beautiful morning
summer is almost here
days coming
days going so quickly
spring is offically here
spring is calming

Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2009
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  • Susan Bagley (3/15/2009 4:39:00 PM)

    Very nice Erica, I enjoyed this read. Spring and Autumn are my two favorite seasons to write about too!
    I will read more of your work.
    Susan (Report) Reply

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