Sigs of Spring

Pussy willows on the bank,

     Bull frogs in the pool.

Boys a-draggin’ lazy feet

     To an’ from the school.

Sulpher on the pantry shelf,

     Mixed with ‘lasses rare;

Cattle sheddin’ uv their fur –

     Spring is in the air.

Grass is turnin’ south the house

     To a newer green;

Mother’s daily tellin’ pa

     What she’s got to clean.

Seen a bluebird yesterday,

     Heered a robin sing;

Bees a-buzzin’ in the hive,

     Gee! It’s comin’ spring.

Then I feel it in my soul,

     Things begin to start.

They’s a swellin’ in my breast,

     An’ a gladder heart.

Poetry jest bubbles up

     Like a fresh dug spring;

When all natur’ starts the song

     Feller’s got to sing!

March 6, ‘10