Spring
The flood that is my backyard has taken a poor helpless shoe and drowned it. My poor helpless shoe while it was still on my foot. Before I retreat to the tub to soak my little foot in warm water I thought I should cheer us all up with a poem of spring. It is afterall supposed to be a cheerful time! Yay spring!If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring" -C.P.Cranch
Now for some rubber boots.
posted by rosey @ 8:19 PM
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