. . . and when the spring got here
peace arrived, the wind would laugh
And I couldn’t help it but laugh too.
And by the twenty-first of some month
peace and wind would leave
And then you came here
Along with winter, with its cold,
And you taught my mind
That the days were easier in spring
That winter brings sorrow
For when the flowers die
And the trees are naked
I should run
run to a place where spring went.
By Montserrat, 10th grade
[photo by bossbob50 via flickr]