A POEM by Gracie Phillip

Spring it had sprung,

But the white stuff hung.

Stubborn to leave,

Clinging fast to the trees.

MARCH 25

A couple weeks passed,
The snow not to last.
Temps reached eighty-eight,
Summer could not wait.

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!