My Mother's Poem (3) Poem by Kim Barney
My Mother's Poem (3)
The Coming of Spring
After weary winter days,
We can see the signs of spring.
The bright sun warms us with its rays
That softly round us fling.
The flowers show their pretty heads
Of yellow, blue and white,
Though warm and snugly in their beds
They slept through winter's night.
The squirrels peep out from every nook
And jump and frisk about,
Next comes the sound of trickling brook
Turning in and out.
The leaves again make green the trees,
The birds so sweetly sing.
The butterfly floats upon a breeze,
'Tis the coming of the spring.
That was a very lovely poem written by your mother. Thank you for sharing.
Should Mom be proud of her son or the son proud of his Mom at this point? (Rhetoric question) , lol. Great poem that depicts the beauty of nature and its renaissance.
Honestly, this poem seems like a better poem to me than some of my own poetry! She was talented at ten!
You have graced us all Mr. Barney, with such a wonderful poem! You have your mothers immense talent--it shows bright and clear!
Now, we can see where you got your amazing pen, Kim. To my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Amazing poem written by a ten-year-old! It's easy to see where you got your writing talent. Five stars and to my favorites!
Thanks, Belle. You seem to be my most faithful reader these days. So many have left PH.