Blue Umbrella Official Feb Mar 2019 issue | Page 15

Here we are no longer in the dead of winter.
Who sometimes makes our feelings splinter.
Here we are another cycle passes.
The dream our mind harasses.
We all view the dream with different colored glasses.
We pause and last spring we recall.
The cold air was so tall.
Nature teaches us it be spring, but we are not free at all.
In fact, many saw snowflakes fall.
We remember the snow that was a heavy hall.
Spr ingtime
Char ms
By William M.
So heavy it entered a house through the door.
A boy saw and knew not what was in store.
Many people died on roads such as the poor.
The boy learned something great that day.
As the boy noticed, the snowflake started to say.
?I represent you, something made by God.
Who overcame obstacles to touch this sod.
Just like you, I am accompanied by a dense fog.
When I get upset, I behave like a hog.
Why am I viewed as worse than the sog?
Why do people prefer lifting a log?
I have plenty of things to teach.
I am omniscient, and you need to hear a speech.
I heard you have failed at times worse than a screech.
I think you should hear me preach.
Like others of your kind, you are not elite.
Neglect appearance and have no white ?teet.?
At times your appearance looks worse than sleet.?
Hearing this, the boy chuckles and says, ?you mean teeth.?
Boy says, ?you are not elite, you don?t have right to seethe.?
Flake says ?but how many weaknesses you contain.
So many broken dreams you maintain.
You and your passion need to let go and leave friendly feelings to retain.
Buddy think back to the end of last spring.
I saw from the heavens that you had a chance to bring home a lovely ring.
At the end, you and your passion were short.
This spring I am trusting you to hold up the fort.
I be the last snowflake here to stay.
Spring has started now and finish your goals from now on no matter what
anyway.
These be my last words as I melt away.?
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