What’s That Smell?

I said, “What is that smell?”
While I walked, holding the hand of Aunt Flo,
She said, “That’s the smell of rain.
That’s what makes things grow.”

It soaks right down into the ground,
Snuggles up close to the roots of the tallest trees-
Makes flowers bloom, and grass turn green-
It makes birds joyously sing, and gives the buzzzz to the bees

Then Aunt Flo begin to show me things,
Grand things I’d never seen-
Tiny frogs, and turtles just as small-
just hatched chicks, with naked little wings

Up the road a bit we heard a squawk and a squeak,
so we hurried to capture a look-see-
There on the pond of a farmer’s land-
was a Mama Swan and seven swimming babies

Not too far away stood a horse and her brand new colt,
with big marbled eyes, and long squiggly legs-
It was a busy busy morning, grunting pigs, cackling hens,
Aunt Flo said it was because they had been laying eggs

So Aunt Flo bought some, eggs that is,
fresh from the hen house, off the farmer’s land-
When we got home, she cooked’em right up,
I said, “What’s that smell?” She said,
“It’s Spring, ain’t it grand?”

© Lisa Hilbers
April 10, 2007