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In search of a worm ( Poem )
The signs of Spring!
I saw my first robin today,
pecking at the still frozen soil,
in search of a worm.
The poor little bird might not get what
he yearns, until maybe the month of May!
For the signs of spring are still forbidden,
beneath the cloak of winters cold,
tiny flowers trying to poke out there stems
it is spring they are being told.
Yet the grey skies keep the sun nicely hidden.
So when will mother spring get here
and why is she taking her sweet time,
These flurries of snow need to go,
I’m tired of old man winter,
I want to hang out my spring wind-chime!