Spring, Spring

poem by: Madison

Spring is a time when you sit, holding hands, in a field of wild flowers with that special boy you like.

Spring is a time when you go outside and blow bubbles with your best friend.

Spring is a time when you go ride bikes with your little brother and he almost falls off.

Spring is a time to help your mom with yard work, or start a car wash to earn some extra bucks.

Spring is a time to be happy and joyful.