THE flower children underground Were huddled waiting for the sound Above to tell that spring was here; Then suddenly one gave a cheer : "Hurrah, hurrah," in joy he cried; "The little children play outside Across the meadows far and wide; The robin soon will see and sing ''" For children always know it's spring Before a single other thing! The children all are playing round; Come up, dear brothers, from the ground- And never have a bit of fear For spring is here, it's surely here!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST |