April Morn - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
The frosty days of winter have vanished
While squirrels come down to nibble cobs of corn.
Tiny white flowers cover our pear trees
And robins are busy this April morn.
We thrill to the sounds of migrating geese
As we breathe in the honeysuckle scent.
Our puppy has found a lizard to chase
So her morning hours will be well spent.
The trees share their beautiful shades of green.
The woodpecker drills for food for her home.
I sip hot tea with my wife by my side
By the watchful gaze of our garden gnome.
Butterflies bounce from blossom to blossom.
There's a rhythmic 'ribbit' from a few frogs.
We hear hoots from an owl in the distance,
Now, puppy's found a new friend in the logs.
Our bunny is munching on fresh new greens
While the cat decides to lick himself clean...
I think I know when the world was born,
God saved His best for an April morn.
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