Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Hypothetical spring

Given that we're supposed to get 6-10" of snow tomorrow, I think spring is an illusion. But nonetheless, here's the annual spring poem.

The annual spring poem

High up, over the tops
Of the feathery grasses, the grasshoppers hop.
They won't eat their suppers,
They will not obey
Their grasshopper mothers and fathers who say:
"Listen my children, this must be stopped.
Now is the time your last hop should be hopped.
So come eat your suppers and go to your beds."
But the little grasshoppers just shake their green heads.
"No, no," the naughty ones say.
"All we have time to do now is to play.
If we are hungry we'll nip at a fly,
Or nibble a blueberry as we go by.
But not now. Now we must hop.
And no one, but no one can make us stop."

1 comment:

Karen - Quilts...etc. said...

so much snow for all of you and it just doesn't seem to want to go away - My sister in Williamsburg VA keeps me up to date on it - a couple days ago they said snow showers, then it was 1-3 and now last night she said they changed it to maybe 3-5 that is quite south for that much


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