Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A Poem for Tuesday

Because Colin is on Spring Break this week he's not memorizing a poem, so Grandma Malmberg's scrapbooks win the day with this little gem:

Spring's Magic
Faye Tanner Cool

March is:
mud,
mops,
measles,
cough drops,
snow,
sleet,
sniffles,
wet feet,
soggy woolens,
leaden skies,
no glad sights
for tired eyes.
Then! Everything
comes into focus
With a crocus.

1 comment:

  1. My mom, who is 81, was telling me about a poem she remembered reading long ago. All she could remember was "Everything comes into focus with a crocus." I told her I would try to find it on the internet. Thanks for posting it, I can't wait to show it to her!
    Sue in Florida

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