Spring it had sprung,
But the white stuff hung.
Stubborn to leave,
Clinging fast to the trees.
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| MARCH 25 |
The snow not to last.
Temps reached eighty-eight,
Summer could not wait.
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| APRIL 11 |
Spring eluded us this year,
And summer has emerged OH DEAR!
My winter coat is getting hot,
So MOM! GET ME GROOMED ALREADY!
Gracie, you are a poet and I didn't know it!! I LOVE the way you have the two exact pictures of the same trees!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh Gracie
ReplyDeleteI love your words, and I cannot wait to see your new hair cut for spring and summer!
love
tweedles
Oh dat was such a beautiful poem dat I almost cried. Okay not really but it was still a very luverly poem indeed.
ReplyDeleteI do believes we went straight from winter to summer cuz it has been hot heres too.
Puddles
Gracie don't mention grooming you might give my peeps ideas. Glad you have better weather now. Have a fabulous Friday.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes Molly
GRACIE truer words were never spoken about spring.
ReplyDeleteGracie, you and me both need a spa day! My Mom loves the spring trees!
ReplyDeleteLovies, Miss Mindy
It's true here too...we don't get many in between days and often go from freezing cold to hot hot. Cute poem for sure! Have a fantastic Friday!
ReplyDeleteThe roller coaster is nearing the exit (I hope) After no heat in the house for 5 days, I had to turn it on again this morning. Brrr!
ReplyDeleteOh how cute. John and I attempted to groom Harriet last night. We've had some 80 degree days this week.
ReplyDeleteSamson Says: Imagine that my Gracie, the Poet, Phillips. How cute is that?
ReplyDeleteGracie - doll, you are soooo creative!! And I LOVE the photo of your big brown eye! You Cutie - patootie, You!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Jenni