Daffodils are breaking ground
Birds are singing.
I love that sound
Days are longer now
There's a farmer at his plow
The temps are going higher and higher
Is that groundhog a blatant liar?
Old Man Winter tries to hang on
In a couple of weeks he'll be gone
Winter gives one last blast
But Spring's on the way and it won't last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem