Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING IS HERE, by DON C. NIXON First Line: Winter's left us for the year Last Line: It's nice that spring is here. Subject(s): Flies; Spring | ||||||||
Winter's left us for the year, And Spring is here to stay. Down with whiskey, up with beer, Let's drink our blues away. Flies are crawling on my plate; The skeeters sting my neck. Old Sol beats down upon my pate And makes me sick as heck. Hornets swoop down from the sky, They sting clear through my pants; Across the street I see a guy Going mad, from stinging ants. Spiders bite me in the night; The frogs keep me awake. Tomcats scream, and yowl, and fight, (A sleeping pill I take). Snakes will twist around my leg; A centipede crawls near -- But enough of this, let's drain the keg, It's nice that Spring is here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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