'Young Spring' How I used to hate being sent to bed in spring & summer for being naughty; that light that peeked through the #seams in your curtains and ridiculed you for having to end the possibilities of a sunshine day prematurely - friends still playing and laughing on the pavement outside your window.
Young Spring
When I was young,
spring meant bounce.
Beneath the blossom,
I’d kitten-pounce.
When I was young,
spring meant jump.
Past daffodils,
I’d rabbit-thump.
When I was young,
spring meant hop.
In calm, warm breezes,
I’d warbler-drop.
When I was young,
spring meant leap.
Between the sun beams,
I’d chooky-cheap.
When I was young,
spring meant fly.
Beyond the rainbows,
I’d bluebird-spy.
When I was young,
spring meant reach.
At bedtime brightness,
I’d owl-screech.
Mark Bird
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