winter becoming spring
BY ANONYMOUS
Winter becoming Spring
“Thy poem is from thee 17th century, my good friends.”
Thy Winter, thy Winter,
You and I know that you are beginning to finally end,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Thy snow is beginning to melt slowly,
Oh snow, why does thee melt so slowly,
Why do thee try to fight back like a Viking,
Oh snow, please give up and give us Spring,
We need thy Spring so we can have some warmth,
We need no cold weather no more,
Give us Spring and leave us till next Winter,
We want Easter, grass, birds, bunnies, and golden rays of sunshine on thy faces,
Oh snow, please give up and give us Spring,
Give us Spring and leave us till next Winter,
Thy trees need the rain, we need Spring rain to get rid of all of thy snow,
We shall have no more snow till next Winter,
Thy friends, listen to me as you can hear thee well,
This poem is a sounding of thy 17th century,
Won't thy Winter slay away and return to where you came from and leave us be,
Thy Winter, we want Spring, we are not asking much,
We of the people, want Spring so we ca watch thy flowers grow again,
We want to see thy sky blue with white clouds that are as soft as thy pillow,
Give us Spring and we won't harm thee.
PHOTO BY MALANIE BLANTON
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