The Spring Will Come
A Poem by Brian Hurlburt
Each Spring we look forward to the day The Spring Will Come, and this Photo by Laura Barry on Unsplash inspired the following Poem.
I’ve not written a Poem in a number of years, so doing it here, in Public, is a bit unnerving. Please let me know what You think.
Continue reading below…
Photo by Laura Barry on Unsplash
The Spring Will Come
The Winter is Long
And we long for Spring
The snow will melt
And the Ice grow thin.
The days will grow longer
The warmth of the Sun Stronger
First will hear the Peepers singing
Then the Church Bells will Ringimg
Lambs will be born
The Sheep Shorn
The River Waters churn
The Robins Return
The Flowers peek their heads
Out of their little beds
The Fields are Plowed
The Rows Hoed
Pea Seeds Imparted
The Garden Started
May Day
Growing Hay
Leaves turn Gosling Green
We plant the Corn and Bean
Near the end of Spring
We see a Magical Thing!
Things begin to Bud
Children Play in the Mud
Buds begin to Blossom
And the whole thing is Awesome!
Written by Brian Hurlburt
On 24 February 2025
At Briden Farm, Bear River, Nova Scotia