The Call To Spring Poem by John A. Hancock

I listen'd as the river gently flow'd
A sweet soothing melody doth it play
Whispering sounds of nature to me
Whilst beneath the warming sun I lay
The greens of spring are slowly rising
From the thawing winter ground
Little specks of colour intruding
Upon the lifeless trees all around
The Forest critters from winter sleep awake
Maple trees dripping sap so sweet
Birds singing songs of love
As winter makes its slow retreat
The days of darkness hath been to long
Thru frost'd panes I watch each day
For a robin to perch upon my window sill
That I may know spring is on its way
Hark the robin's call to spring
Let him sing it loud and clear
Cheerful notes long await'd for
Announcing spring is finally here