Photo: Atara Katz
Flowers burst
From the ground
Green shoots sprout
All around
Birds a-chirp
Trills abound
As Spring is finally
Inbound.
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Spring Song
Rhyme
Rhyme Time
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“Hi, bye, my, spy,” he walked in, grinning.
I smiled at the five-and-a-half year old. A head of brown curls and melt-you-on-the-spot dark-chocolate eyes, green glasses, summer freckles, a missing tooth from playground accident at age three, a superhero hearing aid. Pure charm.
“Why, shy, guy, cry?” he challenged.
“Why indeed?” I chuckled.
“Ask my dad,” he giggled. “He told me that one. One, sun, fun, done.”
“You’re rhyming a lot today!”
He nodded. “I’m practicing. My grandpa gives me a dime every time I rhyme.”
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Ode to Pests
Photo: Paul Dinning
For the pests
Who won’t rest
In their quest
To infest:
I suggest
You divest
Lest
I’ll wrest
Back my nest.
I don’t jest
It is best
As would surely attest
The unblessed
Who’d transgressed
And I had ‘addressed.’
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