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		<title>When Spring Comes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2022 23:24:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[By Robyn Bjorkman, age 10, Michigan. When the snow starts melt, And the grass comes into view, People are in a happy mood. Day by day, the temperature will rise, And there will be more sunshine, More people will be out, Enjoying the season, For there will be many reasons. There’s no more snow, On [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p class="has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph"><strong><em>By Robyn Bjorkman, age 10, Michigan.</em></strong></p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">When the snow starts melt,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">And the grass comes into view,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">People are in a happy mood.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">Day by day, the temperature will rise,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">And there will be more sunshine,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">More people will be out,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">Enjoying the season,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">For there will be many reasons.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">There’s no more snow,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">On the roads,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">You can finally ride your bike.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">Warm enough to unzip your coat,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">But chilly enough when the wind blows.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">Pleasant enough for when you see the birds again,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">But fingertips turn cold when you aren’t wearing mittens.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">When Spring comes, we get Spring Fever,</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">And folks don’t want it to be muddy either.</p>



<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#0c3749">But there can be lots of great things,</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Like when you (again) hear the birds sing,</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">And when you can ride your bike,</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">And get as dirty as you like.<em>       </em>                                                                                                                             </p>



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<p class="has-text-color wp-block-paragraph" style="color:#734705"><em>Poem by Robyn Bjorkman, age 10, Michigan.  Robyn like to go on adventures, write stories and create songs, and read. She hope to keep on writing.  </em></p>
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		<title>Words of Disbelief</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2021 23:55:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Words of Disbelief   Intently he listened Holding onto every word The yard was a thick tangle of Twigs lavender lilies, dandelions And grass He could not believe A month ago buds were just Everywhere And now it was a jungle With clippers, rakes and a Lawnmower We worked until our bones Hurt Soon it [&#8230;]]]></description>
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 <strong><span style="color:#1f6d0b" class="has-inline-color">Words of Disbelief  

 Intently he listened
 Holding onto every word
 The yard was a thick tangle of
 Twigs lavender lilies, dandelions
 And grass
 He could not believe
 A month ago buds were just
 Everywhere
 And now it was a jungle
 With clippers, rakes and a 
 Lawnmower
 We worked until our bones 
 Hurt
 Soon it looked like the
 Jardín Botánico in Mexico
 That night Paco whispered
 “I hear the crackle of plants
 Growing again”
 He was right
 In the morning everything had
 Shot up a tiny bit</span></strong>
  
 <strong><em><span style="color:#953e05" class="has-inline-color">By Maggie d., African American poet, Washington, She adds: “The poem, </span></em><span style="color:#953e05" class="has-inline-color">Words of Disbelief, </span><em><span style="color:#953e05" class="has-inline-color">erupted from </span></em></strong>
<strong><em><span style="color:#953e05" class="has-inline-color">observing the stark contrast between winter and spring...”</span></em> </strong>
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