I thought I'd share my Ode to Spring. A little early, but I know you want it....Plus March is my birthday month, which means I get to do anything I want.
What is this thing called Spring
that makes the sparrows sing,
the crickets crick,
the chickadees chick,
the hummingbirds hum,
the grasshoppers strum,
the pigeons coo,
the owls Who.
I hear them all conspire,
to form a backyard choir,
where peepers start to peep...
Don’t they know I’m trying to sleep?!
Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!
Happy birthday, Dr. Seuss!
ReplyDeleteHe is, and forever will be, timeless.
p.s. Loved your Ode to Spring.
He was THE master. :)
ReplyDeleteHey, I have a homeschool student that has written two poems. I know you do poetry and I do not. Would you care to give his a look see and tell him what you think of them? If you're too busy, I completely understand. I'm still in the bed most hours of the day. But maybe soon I'll be up and about. UGH (((hugs)))
Belated Happy birthday...
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