Monday, April 09, 2007

Guest blogger - my son

Spring Day

During spring days the animals play.
Bugs fly with glee through the trees and gardens.
In meadows tulips, blossoms and other flowers grow.
Birds on trees sound like a choir full of songs.
The air is full of scents. Pine, flowers
Pinecones and all sorts of other smells.
I don’t need an alarm because the woodpecker does it’s job.
The sky is splashing with blue.
The dew makes everything glimmer.
Birds flutter in the air and look
Like flags spinning round up there.

1 comment:

  1. Excellent use of simile and metaphor young man, thank you for the poem it has brightened my day! Keep on writing buddy.