I sit inside here by my window
As the cold March winds blow.
Leaves dancing around the yard
not many places for them to go.

Trees swaying like there dancing
Yet I haven't heard a sound.
I have even seen them curt'sy
they will almost touch the ground.

Robin's hopping round the yard
Their looking for a bug are two.
The Doves are sitting in the tree's
they just sit up there and coo.

Away back off in the woods
you see two squirrels at play.
They will think about food later
But now it's fun time for today.

The little Birds up in the trees
seems they all begin to sing.
With all these things happening
we know it will soon be Spring.

© Walt Chapman
Author
3/10/2002