Spring Rhyme Poem by Terry Hoffman
Spring Rhyme
Spring is in the air;
flowers everywhere;
trees no longer bare;
on the lawn a hare.
The spring time has come,
time of birth for some;
bumble bees do hum
like a tiny drum.
Spring is all around;
sprouts come from the ground;
small birds make their sound;
lawn moles build their mound.
Spring is on the fly,
like a butterfly;
all the breezes sigh,
as they waft the sky.
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