Last cow into the barn is called "Skinny" Chewing tufts of green grass near the fence post A whole herd mooing bovine hootenanny Waiting a turn for the milking parlor
Lush spring meadows growing moist new grasses Yellow meadowlarks found hovering high Something special about them blue irises Growing down by gurgling brook nearby
All around apple blossoms in a buzz The honey bees come to and fro the hive What a sight to see what all nature does Even when those barn swallows take a dive
Spring is a wonderful and active place When all of nature is a state of grace
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Sharing some sights and sounds of rural New England farmlife
Chris I just couldn't let this awesome Sonnet get buried without some notice!! It's an AWESOME Sonnet in tribute to my favorite time of the year!!! EXCELLENT contribution Sir!!
paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandMay 8, 2012
Such a lovely Spring sonnet Yankee.Nice picture you painted with words.
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Thanks for sharing..