Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Spring Poems

The Carpet

I'll show you a carpet
It looks good
It's not in the house
It's out in the wood.
walk with me, to have a surprise
A carpet of bluebells
Before your eyes.

Crocus, Crocus

Crocus, Crocus
Waken up
To catch a sunbeam
in your cup (x3)

A Robin

I wonder how a robin hears?
I never yet have seen his ears.
But I have seen him tip his head
And pull a worm
right out of bed.

What the Robin Told
The wind told the grasses
And the grasses told the trees
The trees told the bushes
And the bushes told the bees
The bees told the robin
And the robin sang out clear:
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Spring is here!
Spring is here!