The hare ran fast through Blueberry Wood <br />Quick as a river flowing <br />The sun was warm and the land was good <br />Now was the time for growing <br /> <br />The hare thumped hardy heels on the ground <br />The mad March wind was blowing <br />The flame of sex burned in his blood <br />Now was the time for sowing <br /> <br />Autumn set the leaves to the torch <br />Her fruits to the Fall bestowing <br />The hare ran wet on the stibble park <br />Now was the time for mowing <br /> <br />Winter came to Blueberry Wood <br />In the cold the ravens crowing <br />The frosted hare lay softly down <br />All of the world was snowing<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hare-2/
