The trees....

The Weeping Willow, the Maple
And the Black Walnut tree

Reach out their branches
As if to say

It’s Spring! I just woke up
And I’m going to be

The prettiest tree that
You will ever see….

The Willow is Weeping
For it’s arms are very long

They blow in the breeze
But the're not very strong

The Maple, her beauty
It shows in the fall

Red, Yellow, Orange
And she grows very tall

The Black Walnut it stretches
Out over the field

And is quite happy to provide
The squirrels next meal

Their buds are just popping
As they reach for the sky

Sharing their beauty
With the naked eye…

Easter Morning

It’s Easter morning

I can hear my kids say….


Whose going to find

All the eggs today…..


Did he hide them outside

Behind a tree


Under a branch

Just waiting for me


Or inside when we were asleep


He was mighty quiet

I didn’t hear a peep…


Check behind the flowers

On the TV


He usually leaves one

There for me…..


Yes, the bunny was busy

He had quite a load


How does he do it…

It’s magic I’m told…

This poem I wrote and posted last year for Easter.....Sorry for the repeat, but Easter just snuck up on me this year...

Luck of the Irish

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St. Patricks Day is when
everything turns green.

Just look down the street,
and you'll see what I mean.

Theres green in the windows,
and green on the doors.

And people with green shirts
and green hair to adore

People that celebrate
by drinking green beer

And laughing and singing
for it's been a year

It's the luck of the Irish
that's what I hear......