Time!

Time to write a poem

     Time to stop and sing;

Time to tell the people

     ‘At it’ comin’ spring.

People wouldn’ know it,

     Fur a month or so,

Ef each prophet poet

     Didn’t let ‘em know.

Time to dash a poem,

     Any sort o’ thing;

Long’s it’s green an’ grassy,

     Long’s it hint o’ spring.

Farmers gittin’ ready,

     She is on the wing;

Hail her poets, people,

     Hail her, blessed Spring!

    

Pub. in Camb. Times                                          Feb. 22, ‘98

April 9, ‘98