The sunshine gleams
So bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,
by Edgar A. Guest
And you've lost your golden treasure;
If times you think you're lonely
And have hungry grown for pleasure,
Don't sit by your hearth and grumble,
Don't let mind and spirit harden;
If it's thrills of joy you wish for,
Get to work and plant a garden!
If it's drama that you sigh for,
Plant a garden and you'll get it;
You will know the thrill of battle
Fighting foes that will beset it.
If you long for entertainment
And for pageantry most glowing,
Plant a garden and this summer
Spend your time
With green things growing.
If it's comradeship you sigh for,
Learn the fellowship of daisies.
You will come to know your neighbor
By the blossoms that he raises.
If you'd get away from boredom
And find new delights to look for,
Learn the joy of budding pansies
Which you've kept a special nook for.
March wind is a jolly fellow;
He likes to joke and play.
He turns umbrellas inside out
And blows men's hats away.
He calls the pussy willows
And whispers in each ear,
"Wake up you lazy little seeds;
Don't you know that spring is here".
A small green frog
On a big brown log;
A black and yellow bee
In a little green tree;
A red and yellow snake
By a blue-green lake,
All sat and listened
To a red bird sing,
"Wake up, everybody!
It's spring! It's spring!"
by Richard Le Gallienne
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
The wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Close your eyes
And do not peek
And I'll rub spring
Across your cheek.
Soft as velvet,
Smooth and sleek;
Close your eyes
And do not peek.
My Spring Garden
Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I'm going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.
Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.
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