Spring Will Be Pretty
Spring will be pretty.
Just give it a week,
when flowers are blooming
down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing
as trees start to bud,
But for the moment
I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting,
since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness
with puddles of goo.
I stepped off the sidewalk
and into the ooze.
Next thing I knew,
I stepped out of my shoes!
Mud on my ankles
and mud on my clothes.
I stumbled face-first
and got mud up my nose.
Spring will be pretty,
but I must confess,
The first days of spring
are a muckety mess!
- Dave Crawley
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