Spring

When the sun wakes early and stays up late,

I’m ready here, no time to wait.

Been sittin’ here all along,

Calling for the sparrow’s song.

The snow is gone, the earth is warm,

Bees buzz about, babies are born.

Time has come, it’s my turn to be,

Children laughing—playing near me.

No doubt I’m responsible for all the joy,

Yet they take me for granted, so rude—so coy.

Still, I’m waiting, for my yearly debut,

But those kids keep on walkin’ right on through.

To slides or the swings, I’m sure they’re fun,

While I’m stuck screwed to a pony’s near-bum.

Once was so great, bouncy and loopy,

But over time, I’ve been worn, misused—droopy.

But wait, “Hey, you!” Say, could it be?

That small, tiny girl’s smilin’ at me.

She hops on top, legs a cling,

There’s no doubt now, this girl’s ready for Spring!