SIGNS OF SPRING, 1957

I wrote this in 1957, when I was eight.  My mother included it in a letter to a friend.  Her comment:  “Mary handed it to me and said, ‘Here’s a corny poem I wrote!'”  The spelling is as it was. 

 

A bird does fly
up in the sky.
The sun does shine
Like a diamond ring.

What sings a song
Like a bird in the sky?
Why do the flowers
Never die?

The song of the bird
Is the sweetest by far.
The sky is bluer
Then the bluest car.

The wonders of Nator never fail.
The clouds are whiter
Than a wedding gown veil.


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