I Love Spring Because . . . .
March 22, 2019
To celebrate the first day of spring, we romped about in the mud, brainstormed words using all our senses, and wrote about mud season in New England.
I Love Spring Because . . . .
My boots feel gloomy as they go
Squeech, squack,
Squishy, grinchy,
Splishy, splattery
Stomping in the everywhere mud.
My cheeks feel warm and cozy in the sun.
I love spring because
I love the sound of the twittering birds in the air,
The ruffling of wind in my hair.
I love the feeling of the soft dirt.
Soon I will smell the blooming flowers.
And then . . . . on the second day of spring . . . .
Your poem makes me happy. It brought a smile to my face as I pictured the sights and sounds of spring you described.