Lagaya Evans

Rookie - 2 Points (Tennessee)

Come To Mama, It's Spring - Poem by Lagaya Evans

The beauty of all that lies in nature
Come to me blue bird and sing
I want to hear my mama calling
Little one come to mama, it's spring

Under the trees laying on the ground
The shade of all that seek the cool
I hear other mamas calling
The spring is no place for wooly wool

My ears feel the burning of the echoes
What once lay upon the mounds of snow
Little creatures scamper all around the path
Just enough to brush the hanging willow

I hear familiar voices calling out to me
Running breathlessly toward the spring
Soft, soothing, reassuring, whispers
Calls the colors that the new life brings

All you little ones of mother nature
Come here let me feel your face
What will I do with all the daisies
Loves me, Loves me not, fall in the eve of day

As God talks to all that has gathered round
In the distance I hear my mama calling again
I think I will go home this time
She will wonder where I've been

Comments about Come To Mama, It's Spring by Lagaya Evans

  • (4/2/2006 3:16:00 AM)

    Hi Lagaya, I loved how you described things in this poem. 'Little creatures scamper all around the path' is a great line, too. Nice poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 8, 2008

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