A Minnesotan's Chorus

A Minnesotan's Chorus

Spring, where are you?

Last year, I think it was,

You came around before

St. Patrick's, now you're overdue.

Oh, dear Spring, where are you?

I love the cold, but it's not Spring,

The snow is great, but getting old,

Soon new buds will just turn blue.

I say, Spring, where have you got to?

I have no doubt you'll be here soon,

In all your God-created glory,

But must we, do we, have to woo?

Old chap, one full of youthful vigor,

I see just where you are;

You're right around the corner,

And from us not so far.

A little poem I wrote for the first day of Spring in this state of Minnesota. Happy Spring, readers! If you collect Maple Syrup, do so with joy; If you're waiting for the crocus, it will come soon.  
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