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First Day of Spring – My first poem since high school

First Day of Spring

Road my bike to work along the river

Saw two geese warily watching a coyote wearily watching them

from the ice and wishing the lead would close

Saw two rabbits on the trail, brown tufts pushing through white coats.

Saw my short cut through the woods,  brown turfs pushing through white snow.

First Day of Spring.

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1 Comment

  1. March 30, 2012    

    There was a young man, name of Terry;
    Decided in spring to make merry;
    Wrote a poem for his blog;
    It was such a slog;
    But quite sweet, oh yes it was, very.

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