May Poem by Justin Reamer

the month of late spring,
when everyone starts to get warm,
and the May flowers come about,
and the things keep getting warmer,
and the days keep getting longer,
and the Tulip Time Festival
comes about,
when the tulips are growing
in my own hometown,
in which I grew up,
and all the citizens (except me)
celebrate their Dutch heritage,
and 'tis the month of the mothers,
for Mother's Day is there,
and that month belongs to Mum,
who did many things for all of us.
'tis a beautiful month,
and that I will never forget.