Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Time For A Change

Old Mr. Winter,
Don’t you stay so late.
We’re so anxious for Miss Spring
We can hardly wait.

We’re looking for the crocuses,
The first fat robin, too,
But they’re afraid to come around
Just because of you.

Old Mr. Winter,
We’ve enjoyed you, but say!
Don’t you think it’s just about
Time you went away?

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my other blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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