SPRING
The birds are singing way up in a tree,
A beautiful Spring song for you and me.
Frogs are croaking alongside the brook,
The flowers are blooming where ever you look.
Children are playing outside in their yard,
While Grandpa sits on the porch playing his cards.
Every where you look the sun shines so bright,
As a small wind blows just enough to fly a kite.
Playgrounds are full at every Town Park,
While Fire Flies glow like Stars in the dark.
As you can tell Spring is my favorite of all the seasons.
These are just a few of my many,many reasons.
Kimberley A Bradshaw
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