The Season Of Spring

OK. Here is another sping poem I wrote a few days ago.


The Season Of Spring

The sun is in the sky and spring is upon us
Little birds are singing whilst building their nests
Kestrel hovering
Got his eye on every thing
Black crows call to alert all the rest

Trees growing leaves and flowers start to blossom
The ground is alive with fungi in the wood
Insect sect stomping
Caterpillars Chomping
Remnants of something where once it stood

Fox cubs tussling whilst mother watches closely
Bunny rabbits nibble the grass by the fence
Daisies and Buttercups
Always tend to clutter up
And all the vegetation starts to grow very dense

Crisp spring mornings walking though the woodlands
Waiting by the brook near a Kingfisher’s rest
Mute swans swimming
Mallard ducks skimming
The surface of the water with a graceful zest

Have you ever seen a dragonfly buzzing by a pond?
Heard newly hatched chicks when they sing
The sounds are wonderful
The colours are beautiful
Oh how I love the season of spring
Composed
by
Beryl Ladd (Chocky)