Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm, <br />back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm. <br />Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands, <br />sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand. <br /> <br />Henbit showing off its’ blooms, crabgrass getting high, <br />darn! , it’s time to mow again, dust and pollen make me cry! <br />Dark clouds racing ‘cross the sky blocking out the sun, <br />waiting for the “twister” that puts us on the run. <br /> <br />Tadpoles in the mud hole out by the pasture gate, <br />I wonder in amazement how they change from day to day. <br />Life abounds, surrounds us, refreshed or born anew <br />that’s springtime in Oklahoma, I love it still, Don’t you?<br /><br />George Wootton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/springtime-in-oklahoma/
