in just-SPRING and ENCHANTED APRIL
My ode to spring. This is the poem that comes to my mind every Spring and I share it with you, who art... young at heart.
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
And then there's Enchanted April.