Sunsets are red,
Clear skies are blue,
In a meadow springtime is due.
Flowers have all begun to bloom,
This is god putting out winters gloom.
Tiny lambs await their birth,
As their pregnant monthers lie in a field of grassy turf,
Farmers have begun to sow their seeds,
Children help their mothers with sprin time deeds,
Rolling fields that have no end,
City people rushing they have post cards to send,
As the clear blue skies roll away,
Preparations for spring continue another day. <3 ~naomi <3
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Im 14 years old and i write poems, im from belfast, northern ireland :) and all the poems i post are written by me <3
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