Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm,
back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm.
Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands,
sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand.
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Once again, george, I loved this one. Your descriptions take me there. Colin J...
A wonderful poem, George. I write poems for John McCornack in Yukon, Oklahoma. I'm from Washington state but have been through your state and visited Mr. McCornack last summer. I write lots of poems about red dirt roads in Oklahoma. You have a wonderful talent. Marilyn
Only the lucky people get to spend Springtime in Oklahoma. Great piece of writing. You can Google - (John McCornack Oklahoma) and come up with some of my material which supports your Poem.