The sign of spring
Is finally here
Goldfinches
Chirping happily
At our bird feeder
They dance and sing for us
Building their homes
In little birdhouses
We painted the fall before
Their lively colors
Lets us know
Spring is here to stay
Summer will be here soon
And isn't that just grand?
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
