Curious - Poem by John McCornack
But isn’t it curious
It makes one just want to sing
for though the thrill may be spurious-
It’s impossible not to look forward to Spring.
The tides of seasons are swiftly changing
Each in each other besides
Since spring time has started flowing
Summer time will soon be here
Awake! Its Spring.....
Listen to the music of the flowers
The leaves are fluttering in delight
And the butterflies are dancing on red dirt roads
Comments about Curious by John McCornack
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You