Spring at its best
Is a good cheap novel;
A familiar plot,
(You know how it ends.)
Packed with clichés:
Rebirth and love;
Flowers and showers.
All sunny and bright,
With none of the angst and irony of great literature.
It's an easy read that ends too soon,
Leaving us filled with pleasure,
Serene and satisfied.
Yet feeling a bit guilty,
For enjoying it so much.
- Scott Spreier
A Sonnet for Spring
Ah! Spring is here. The rabbits quit their dens,
The dormant grass begins once more to grow.
The trees release their airborne allergens.
It's time to tune the Toro and to mow,
To fertilize and lime and thatch and seed
As-groveling on dirty, servile knees—
You pluck the dreaded dandelion weed
And rub your itching eyes and start to sneeze.
Wherever grass encroaches, you must edge,
And don't forget to stir the compost heap
And trim the junipers' unruly hedge,
While forfeiting a needed hour of sleep.
Those poets penning praise to spring and tillage
Are domiciled in lofts in Greenwich Village.
- Bob McKenty
Leave it to Garrison Keillor and A Prairie Home Companion to bring out the poets in the people. In 2007 they launched a contest for light hearted Spring Lyrics, and the two above ranked among the fifteen finalists of over 2,000 entries. To enjoy the rest, hop on over to this page on the PHC website.