Writer Highlight Featuring: Sue Lobo
CAN YOU HEAR THE SPRING?
Mamma, listen, can you hear the spring-time calling?
No child, I only hear the winds, whipping & squalling,
Mamma, how do you hear spring, when snow is falling?
Child, I hear only the earth, where the frost is mauling.
Mamma, I can hear the spring-time calling now to me,
How child? When all I hear is wailing of sad bare trees,
Mamma, the buds beneath the snow beckon me to see,
Oh child, how fortunate you are & I just wish it were me.
Mamma, I can see the geese, returning from far-off skies,
No child, please do not tell big fibs & your silly little lies,
Mamma, please look up & I am sure you´ll be surprised,
Oh child, tell me, when did you grow to be so very wise?
Mamma, Ssh, listen to the silence, winter no longer drips,
Yes child, I now see peeping buds, just the tiny green tips,
Mamma, why believe spring´s here, if trees are still stripped?
Oh child, I know spring-time´s here by the smile upon your lips.
© Sue Lobo 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call January 24, 2015
Photo credit: Royalty free photo from morguefile
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