A poem about the sign of spring.
Image by law_keven via Flickr
My yard is filled with robins.
Is Spring finally on its way?
Have the birds come here now,
to chase old man winter away?
Will I feel the sun’s warm rays,
shining down from the blue sky?
Will I finally achieve my wish,
to tell old man winter goodbye?
Robins are filling my front yard,
busy pecking away at the ground.
I love watching the pretty birds,
as they joyfully hop all around.
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