This poem was written by Shakespeare's Waste Bin on September 23 ,2012 . He no longer graces our world today but I thought I would share his poem about spring with you .
Shush, I hear a Bluebird ring
Around my head the echoing
Of a butterfly's wing
I hear the Crocus opening out
The daisies as they sprout
Nature's whispering are all about
I hear the Foxglove reaching high
Cotton clouds just passing by
And the heartbeats gentle sigh
I hear the courting of a thrush
The wagging of Reynard''s brush
An opening Rose reveals her blush
I hear wiskers scurrying
Bobtail ever burrowing
And magpies quarrelling
Shush , I hear a Bluebell ring
And with it summer bring
Life and love for everything
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
This poem was written by Shakespeare's Waste Bin on September 23 ,2012 . He no longer graces our world today but I thought I would share his poem about spring with you .
Shush, I hear a Bluebird ring
Around my head the echoing
Of a butterfly's wing
I hear the Crocus opening out
The daisies as they sprout
Nature's whispering are all about
I hear the Foxglove reaching high
Cotton clouds just passing by
And the heartbeats gentle sigh
I hear the courting of a thrush
The wagging of Reynard''s brush
An opening Rose reveals her blush
I hear wiskers scurrying
Bobtail ever burrowing
And magpies quarrelling
Shush , I hear a Bluebell ring
And with it summer bring
Life and love for everything
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