Seasonal Playmates Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Dirt filled puddles, messy things, drops of
water, tiny rings
Muddy shoes, muddy boots, little sprigs
from tiny roots
Budding trees fast turning green, popping
flowers in between
Gentle breezes brush the hair, without a
worry, without a care
Blades of grass just coming thru, cloudy skies
but yet some blue
Spring is here for just a while, to bring the
summer in with style
Little ripples on the lake, tiny fishes
rings they make
Now and then a pokey nose, turtles
peeking, rocks they chose
Watching every passerby, little heads
but sharp an eye
Quacking ducks, searching mate, northland
bound to seek their fate
Reptiles swim, reptiles crawl, along the
banks, a prey to fall
But in the trees, the birds do sing, now and
then to sky they wing
To keep an eye on natures change,
protective of all, within their range