Gordon Jerome


Easter Eggs - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Why did the bunny hop down the trail
With nothing but eggs in his little pail
He thought that by hiding them all around
Kids would enjoy seeking until they were found
So he painted them pretty and filled some with candy
Hid some quite well leaving other ones handy
One by the tree painted deep forest green
A blue one in the grass so easily seen
One painted yellow by moms favorite rose
Another plain red near the old garden hose
A group stripped in colors at the edge of the yard
And a lot of them hidden as to find will be hard
Then ole mister cottontail sits back and enjoys
The laughter of all the happy little girls and boys.
“closing thought”
Carry on traditions long tried and true
Remember they are a part of what made you you


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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