The end of March, First of April,
Many a green and muddy day.
Its like looking forward to Christmas,
But Thanksgiving gets in the way.
Soon though will be the smell of soil,
Spring Peepers fortell weather fair,
Big wheels will be a turnin’,
And the wiff of diesel will be in the air.
Brittany Gray said
Dan,
You’re my favorite.
Brittany
Lynne said
Great poetry. You should write more…wait, you do write more!!