This is a poem on how I feel concerning spring. Hope everyone enjoys it.
SPRING
By
R.J.Peters
In the spring the robins sing. The flowers and trees begin to bud. The sun feels warm and bright, the sky is clear at night and all of nature’s creations seem more of a delight. People start to plant and lovers begin to pant, spring is in the air. Churches have their prayers, they even have their fairs and everything is a delight, while to many the world seems new and bright. Some people write books while others take notices of their looks. People go outside more often, some even drive to Boston. Some people like to sing. Me, I just like spring.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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