poems

I was told my poems were old fashioned and too romantic

The Seasons

In the spring everything is fresh

Like a fairy-tale princess

It is time of renewal

Waiting for mother natures approval

Tulips poke out of the ground

Without a sound

Robins are singing

And go around swinging

Days are longer

I wonder what you are thinking

As we switch the clocks ahead

And sweep away the cobwebs

The air smells fresh after a spring rain

You won’t hear me complain

Lazy summer days

Time to catch some rays

I, me, mine

Walking in the sunshine

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About mhembroff

I am a graduate student from Ashworth college. I am an artist and belong to a local art club. I am a member of The Writers Guild of Alberta, fighting book worm in the write4kids cbic clubhouse and member of The SCBWI and attend local workshops whenever I can.
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