by Victor C Jensen
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
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My favorite time of year.
Spring has arrived, or so I think.
Tap water's yellow from the sink.
Again I smell thet barnyard stink.
The snow is melting extra fast.
The sterile white of winter's past.
With no more icy North wind's blast.
I like springtime but I confess.
Sometimes it brings me extra stress.
my yard is such a muddy mess.
I almost hate to go outdoors.
It seems I have so many chores.
The mud gets tracked in on the floors.
My rubber boots just sprung a leak.
There's too much water in the creek.
I hope it's gone within a week.
The Crows are back, the Robins sing.
I really love the sounds of spring.
I would not trade for anything.
Some Frogs are singing in the slough.
I have so many things to do.
And every day there's something new.
I get up early in the morn.
To see how many calves are born.
To give the cows a feed of corn.
Must get my greenhouse on the go.
The roof has caved in from the snow.
I should have fixed it long ago.
The Flies are back and I hear Bees.
New leaves are coming on the trees.
Forget Mosquitoes if you please.
When spring is gone, I'll pray for rain,
To help me grow those fields of grain.
I'll rest when winter comes again.
The End By Victor Jensen