Thursday, April 11, 2013

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!



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