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Spring Is Coming



Walking alone in the forest

On a bitter, cold, spring day

The ice was starting to melt

And a few patches of snow still lay


Fog was starting to roll in

Things were becoming hazy

The cold was stinging me like a million needles

I was beginning to think I was crazy


Rain drops were falling on my head

As I was strolling through the woods

I don't know what I was doing there

But I knew I should have stayed home

Like any normal person should


But the trees were glistening

As water droplets danced

It was a beautiful site to see

They twinkled, and sparkled

Like Christmas lights

On a Christmas Tree


Though I was probably insane to be walking in the rain

And my fingers were growing numb

But I was here to write this poem

While I held in my hand my pen

Between my finger and thumb


As the ink ran down my soaked page

I realized I was soaked too

For the rain went through my jacket

And I started to shiver soon


And then I couldn't feel my pen in my hand

Nor could I feel my toes

It started to pour even harder

A voice in my head told me to go


But I knew I had to finish this poem

So I told myself I would write one more line

"Spring is coming! Spring is coming!"


And this is the end of my rhyme


Yasmin A. Piracha 8C 2003