Buds awaking, green returning
April showers, birds a' worming,
children skipping puddles, learning
how to get feet wet!
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What a beautiful poem about childhood days when life flows without a care. There is fun and enjoyment, plays and games all through the days. Loved the way you have composed the poem to make it interesting reading. 'Snow is drifting, flakesare falling Building snowmen, children calling Icy slides to break an arm on Childhoods year has come and gone.'..wish could get back my childhood days. Thanks for sharing.
It's strange but I know comments have been made on this poem as it shows on my Manage Poems but the comments never appear on here...is something going awry with this site?