Spring Mud
Pollen filled air.
Mud everywhere.
Creek’s overflowing.
Seeds need sowing.
Willows startin’ weeping.
Snakes startin’ creeping.
Ticks are biting.
Watch out for lightening.
My nose is all red.
Dirty sheets on the bed.
Can’t wash the clothes.
‘Cause it’s raining outdoors.
The dryer silently died.
After the TV fried.
Oh, it’s almost spring break?
Can we go to the lake?
There’s a hornet buzzin’.
Followed by a dozen.
A bird’s building a nest.
On grandmas’ old chest.
It’s feeding and growing.
It’s hard work hoeing.
Here comes another storm
I think I’m leaving home.
Then… in a twinkle
The sun will emerge.
The flowers stand tall
And I feel Springs’ surge.
CAWatson3/29/2007