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Spring is coming, winter files are closing.
I feel the sparkling beauty with shimmering, warm winds
over the hilly hills in California.
The clock is ticking till spring is coming.
Now the horses are trotting with glee.
No chilly winds anymore.
The butterflies are sipping warm nectar.
The moonscape is coming home.
Hello, moonscape.
The seasons are coming and going quickly.
I’m hunting for more butterflies.
I’m picturing the business bees rushing at the presidents.
I smell the natural smell of summer.
By Sofie, 2nd grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Basmah, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “April Showers” by ProletR. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1.