Spring flowers
Growing wild outside,
And in my mind
Remind me why,
I chose today to fly
Should I trust
I’m a small bird
In a big world,
An overwhelming view
The rain was massive
A tsunami, of sorts
The wind blew,
Yet allowed me to stand
Then made me climb mountains,
Scream towards this vast land
View ocean’s waves,
Pondering thoughts in my brain
But it was the train, train, train
What I would give for one more ride
One more try
I blame Spring Break
That nasty troll
The best was the robin red breast
I loved his sweet tune
All of these reminded me of you
March came in like a lion
Been sitting like a lamb
Bring the lion back
Is all I ask
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
No troll is nasty! Love the part about the Robin. Nothing sings spring more!
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Yes…trolls are nasty! Aren’t robins the bestest!!?
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They are! Especially when one has a BB gun nearby.
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DUKE!!! Out…*scoots you with her broom like you’re a tiny field mouse* You must not hurt my robins… Such a boy, Duketh. You make me laugh so much.
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Don’t throw me out! The muffins were almost done… *laughing*
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I love that you made muffins. Wait. I made them didn’t I… *laughs and closes her eyes smirking*
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Yes, you did! Cherry ones…
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How nice of me…twasn’t doing anything else, I guess.
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See? Our memories are bad!
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Yeah, horrible. Especially mine…
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And especially-er mine.
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Yes, let us go with your answer.
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Thank you, Audith.
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*smiles*
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Having just gotten off a train recently I totally enjoyed today’s poem….. and thank god spring is here, I couldn’t take much more of that winter
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Can’t wait to hear how it went, Kenneth. I’m so glad its here too!!
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“Bring the lion back” It’s always up to you.
Be well. Shari *: )
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Good to know, but I think this one needs some convincing. 😉 You too, Shari. 🙂
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