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Spring Time

I hear the roaring winds, I see the pretty blue sky. I feel the hot golden sun that begins to warm my skin. I hear the birds singing a wonderful afternoon tune. I see the beautiful flowers that are all sorts of colors yellow, pink, orange, and white.

I hear buses and cars honking their horns and playing their radios loudly. Just a couple of blocks away I hear the ice cream truck on its way to chill my insides down to a cooler temperature.

Neighbors begin to cut their grass down to a normal height. The leaves on the trees are starting to grow once again to display an enjoyable scenery. As the temperature starts to rise I feel its time to go to the beach and experience unlimited fun. Well what do ya know its spring time.

This poem was written by Samuel West on Dec 21, 2007.

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  1. Niko says:

    With Spring comes new life...
    In Florida, it's nice too! :)