By Patrick Carpen: The Greatest Writer On Earth
The Call of Spring – A Poem by Patrick Carpen
The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow
And busy ants scurry by.
A butterfly with rainbow colors
Runs wildly as a vine.
Passing o’er the flowers
In paths of strange designs.
The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending.
And summer dawns again.
Thank you Mohabir.
Beautiful…like Wordsworth!
lovely poem. I really enjoyed it….thx, Patrick!!!
Thank you!
Beautiful poem Patrick, this poems needs a Rupununi scenery to compliment the picture
Thank you Anil! I totally agree with you. I’ll be keeping an eye out for a suitable rupununi picture. If you can recommend one, let me know!
You have made a mistake. It is not poems, but poem.
Right!
Oh yes 🙂
I enjoy this for a longtime, since school have not seen such a poem