Category: Poetry
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Dirt under my Fingernails —a poem reflecting on spring activities
time to watch the dandelions growwith the scent of freshly baked bread, if you know you knowalmost time to rake the leavesscent of soil permeates my nose, while the shrinking snowman grievesas the dirt under my fingernailsleaves depressions in the soil, tiny seeds will grow or failjoyous season is almost hereI will ride my scooter…
Coddiwomple World 