April

Submitted By: TiffanyK

The tulips now are pushing up
Like small green knuckles through the ground.
The grass is young and doubtful yet,
The robin takes a look around.
And if you listen you can hear,
April laughing with a windy sound!

Author: Eunice Tietjens
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