Treasure Island

Thad Wilk


*~ Spring ~* (Acrostic)


Such bountiful sights that oh so please
~ Sprouting flowers and budding trees
Picturesque, insightful and serene
~ Priceless 'tis this enchanting scene
Raindrops fall and caress the earth
~ Robins sing with glee, of this rebirth
I see busy bee's and butterflies
~ In graceful dance across the skies
No better delight, the coming of spring
~ Nothing can compare, not anything
Ghosts of winter now a thing of the past
~ Gods gift to man, are oh so vast

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Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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  • Valerie Dohren (3/10/2014 11:18:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Thad, some lovely descriptions of Spring, all put together into a great Acrostic. (Report) Reply

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