"I was here first," said the snowdrop: "look!"
"Not before me!" sang the silver brook.
"Why," cried the grass, "I've been here a week!"
"So have I, dear," sighed a violet meek.
"Well," piped a bluebird, "don't leave me out!
I saw the snow that lay round about."
"Yes," chirped a snowbird, "that may be true;
But I've seen it all the bleak winter through."
"I came betimes," sang the southwind,
"I!""After me, love!" spake the deep blue sky.
"Who is it cares?" chimed the crickets gay:
"Now you are here, let us hope you'll stay."
Whispered the sun,
"Lo! the winter's past:
What does it matter who's first or last?
Sky, brooks, and flowers, and birdies that sing,
All help to make up the beautiful spring."
5 comments:
I love the poem. I can picture it all. Almost makes me miss snow:)
Holly
Holly,
Be honest, you are DYING to be back in the frigid snow!! ;-)
It is beautiful. I am glad that you are seeing a tiny bit of spring!!
Happy late birthday. I ment to post that on April 1.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry that you didn't get a neice to join you in your April foolishness! I miss you something dreadful and I hope that you're enjoying life. Love , Phil
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