Summer In The Making - Poem by LaVerne Negro
The air will change from chill to warm,
The birds will make their nests
Gardens will be planted, then Dad will
take a rest.
Then starts the never ending battle
When the grass begins to grow
It's a tiresome job day by day
But it still beats shoveling snow.
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