Sprung

[Ron]

“SPRUNG”

Whence comes the dawn from Winters night
That wakens Spring with warming light,
And stirs a myriad sleeping pods
Thus hastening life beneath the sods.
Then genes spread not, with sexual flings
But on a trillion workers wings
With pollen there to procreate
A species to perpetuate.
And weighted not, by thoughts of reason
But just the sunlight of the season,
The coloured spectrum then created
Does hold the eye so captivated
By nature as, time and again
Ol’ mother shows us, such as when…
She’s washed the bush, with Wattles’ blushes!
Or Waratahs and Bottle Brushes!


© Ron Boughton 2012

[Rimeriter]

"Thanks" Ron. A beauty.

The sooner Sprung is Spring for me, the better.

Too bloody chilly in Sydney town, but you have snow up your way.

"onya"
Jim.

[Dennis N O'Brien]

Spring is sprung
the grass is growin'
pretty soon I'll be out mowin'

Good one Ron.

[Neville Briggs]

Very good Ron, Shakespeare on the wallaby track

[Ron]

Jim, Dennis, Matt and Neville,
Thanks for your comments, much appreciated and glad that you enjoyed it.

Jim,
No, Springwoods pretty temperate, we don't get snow here, that's a bit further up the line. (get the wind off it though.)

Dennis,
Yep that's the next thing coming, the sound of lawnmowers!

Matt,
Now I just have to keep that 'spring' in the step!

Neville,
Wonder how old Billy Shakespeare would have gone on the Wallaby, nah! Henry had that covered!