Season Poem

© Candy Barstow


What Spring Will Bring' Achoo

Bed sheets on the line flapping in the breeze,
Blooming flowers that make me sneeze,
Bees awakened gathering for honey,
Pollen makes my nose real runny,
Puffy white clouds and crisp blue skies,
Itchy watery red rimmed eyes,
Cutting hay with a baler,
As I reach for my inhaler,
Spring makes my allergies an issue,
Does anyone happen to have a tissue?
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