Saturday, February 22, 2014

Hurry Spring

Ivan & Dasa’s thoughts on winter:

Hurry spring, hurry fast,
Hurry spring, I can’t last.

Too much of this snowy stuff,
It’s everywhere, I say enough.

Gives my toes an awful chill,
I don’t like it, never will.

So hurry spring, I can’t wait.
Hurry spring, don’t be late.

The cold is simply terrible;
It’s really quite unbearable.

I hope it gets much betters;
Mom’s ordering more sweaters.

Oh spring, please don’t be late.


1 comment:

  1. Sentiments echoed by Basenjis wherever the white stuff falls, no doubt! Love the poem, Peggy!