Spring 3 Poem by Josh Alfred

Spring 3



Early morning, comes the spring
Birds to sky, birds to nest.
Those winged feathery things
With colorful breasts
Those musical feathered creatures
Rise once more to open skies
One of springs finest features
Flying by her open eyes.

Thursday, March 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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