My Observations


I am looking out my window,
rain is beginning to fall,
soon it will spring,
and I will hear,
the wild goose call.
A big piece of ice,
just slide off my roof;
It landed with a thud,
I can hardly wait,
for the trees to bud.
Yes, I am longing for spring,
to see the flowers blossom,
and hear the Robins sing.

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