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More poems about Spring.
A SPRIG OF PUSSY-WILLOW
We went for a walk and what did we see!
Before our eyes a small pussy-willow tree,
Each branch stretching up toward the warm sun,
A true sign of sweet spring that had already begun.
One small strip would not be missed at all
And we put it in a bud vase on the kitchen wall,
It will be a constant reminder of lovely spring,
Especially when through the window birds do sing.
If we keep it in water green leaves will come
And the velvet pussy paws will soon be all gone,
But it is good to watch the progress of the green,
A little bit of growing spring in our home seen.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 18 April 2006