A PROMMISSED SPRING POEM
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
At last it’s spring
Blossom will sing
To the tune of the birds
And the fragrance of the herbs
A fine orchestra will play
On the sunny spring day
The golden trumpets of daffodils
Shall blow their way through the bulbs
Forcing pretty fine tunes
To please the crowds of blooms
Yellow trillium
Shall play at the Palladium
Oh then the hellebore
A different calibre
A league on its own
In its own zone
How about the bloodroot
Playing the flute
Enjoying the music
Is my favourite tree the lilac
Listen to the spring choirs
The beautiful iris
Then everyone may focus
On the elegant crocus
As they stand so tall not wanting to be a failure
Next to the Azalia
And as we all will clap
We will notice the tulip
Of course we have the Rhodi’s
With their growth of ten foot
And I think my spring show looks lovely
So I shall leave you to enjoy
Throwaway gloves
And put on your sunhats
A final solo
From the little choir boy
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