Ah, Spring Fever is in the air
Let all beware
As minds will wander
And think and ponder
Then stop to sit in gardens green
Oh, so serene
Where dreams rise
To sunny skies
And bright colored flowers grow
Instead of snow
And songbirds sing
Ah, yes, tis Spring!
This Sweet Sixteen poem was written for my other grand-daughter who is turning 16 soon.
I am going to use this for her birthday card.
This is my first time using the Minute form and it was quite a challenge because of the rhyme and syllable count.
I don’t know why it is called “Minute” poem! It certainly took me more than a minute to write this poem! 🙂