DSC_0008Today, Good Friday, I’m going way back to a poem I wrote in 4th grade. ¬†Enjoy!

Spring is Here

Spring is here, the grass is green;

Fish are bubbling in a spring;

Frogs come out of their beds of mud,

Tiny leaves are all in bud.

Birds are singing in the trees,

Singing in the gentle breeze.

Spring is when the tulips come,

And the bees begin to hum,

Stars shine brightly in the sky;

Mother sings a lullaby.

Round the maypole, round we go,

Turning this way, to and fro.

Spring is here; let’s give a cheer!