Sunday, 31 May 2009

Spring, I presume

Tis Spring, we doth presume
When wafts that sweet perfume.

A sure sign 'tis of spring
When Lilacs make me sing.

 My preference remains,
The seasons though they change.

Spring we doth presume
When birds sing out for June!



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2 comments:

Derrick said...

Hi Jenn,

William himself might have penned such sweet words!

2 June 2009 at 10:50
Jenn Jilks said...

You make me blush, Derrick! It is good for the brain to find linguistic challenges. And it keeps me off the streets, or at least off the frontage where the bugs sit with radars, ready to dive.

2 June 2009 at 11:24

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