As I write this on March 23rd 2018, I’m sitting by the classroom window, looking out. It’s cold. It’s dull. My thoughts conflict, is it spring or is it winter? They begin to argue…
Spring:
I’m fed up with this wintery white
This mad, depressing snowy sight
Go away you heartless cold
Release the sun of shiny gold
Winter:
Silence you pathetic spring
Of all 4 seasons I rule as king
I will never go away
My wind is strong and here to stay
Spring:
Oh, please stand up, give me the seat
I wish to shine my rays of heat
Take away your brutal snow
Let pretty flowers begin to grow
Winter:
Pretty flowers? I don’t care to see
Cold and naked shall stand the tree
And that won’t change while I’m in power
You shall see no sun, no sky, no flower
Spring:
Oh, how can you be so cold and sour
Move along for it is my hour
People around crave for sunshine and glitter
Not freezing wind whose blows are bitter
Winter:
I will fade away when I please
People shall wait for leaves on trees
So, when will I pack my bags and go?
Not even the weather forecasters will ever know…
The teacher:
I just can’t wait for the summer!
-Rob Wolff