Spring Poem

(By someonE who liVes In our housE but would like to remain anonymous. )

Spring is puppies playing in the grass.
Bees flying slow and fast.
Not to hot, not to cold,
Spring is just simply gold!
Flowers blossom in the trees,
Birds singing in the evening breeze.
Even if there is wind and rain,
The sun will allways come out again!
The pears are juicy, the apples ripe
All because of spring's bright light!
Butterflys speed around beds
While around the land spring spreads.
Goats pull off the drying washing
And bees are buzzing!

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