The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1908-04-02

mails every day to the Spring Pc
author OF the best spring poem W
end of the week. The best ones wi
few more:
Tell me what are the signs Of spring7''
She asked in accents quaint,
And he replied by answering:
To Let" For Sale and ''Paiui!''
L. A Ebdell,
1907 G street northwest.
There's a spring to the clock. and a
spring 10 the boy.
Spring to the wagon and spring 70 the
toy;
But spring after winter is the best one
around.
For every seed growing springs out of
the ground.
The peas. the potatoes, the onions, the
corn,
Yes. things all spring UP when the
weather gets warm;
You can drink from the spring. you can
hoe in the spring.
And now times are good, we are writ
ing on spring.
East Falls Church. Va,
r. L. d. No. l.
Only a bunch Of nlacs, bought at a
market stall.
But, ah, the tender mem'ries their pur-
pie blooms recall;
Deep inhale their fragrance, and back
there come to me
The happy days Of childhood-the days
that used TO be.
I see again the far nhouse. the dear old
home of yore,
With the bright spring sunshine DER it,
ID mn hsa- at g Nne
And the lilac bushes bending in the
early morning breeze.
And over I'm the orchard the blossom
ing fruit trees.
And from the open doorway, my sister
May and l.
Run out to pick the blossoms from OF
the bush so high
A bunch for dearest mother, because
she loves them so.
And one 10 take TO teacher, upon her
desk 10 go
Only bunch OF lllacs, only some com
mon flowers.
But, an. they bring before me my child
hoods golden hours
Dear mother LETT US lonely, ere lilac
time was Ger:
Flowers return with springtime, out
mine return no more.
Mrs. Z. r. Terfiinger.
800 Carroll avenue, Takoma Park.
Give me an evening IN April.
When daylight slowly wanes,
And the shadows are softly stealing
Ger mountains and fertile plains.
Though scared is the grass around US.
Ana Ieafless and bare are the trees,
Yet we know that Natures forces
Are working as busy as bees.
All econ eror, +r, distant f,f11sI5as
To the lawns about our door,
Well see the wonderful treasures
They'll bring from her earthly store.
So perfect in form and color.
To the pattern OF old 50 true;
Yet never a word Of discussion
DO We hear as their work they pursue.
No hustle or any eommotion,
Not even a whisper or sound:
It's thus her Easter garment
Is fashioned beneath the ground.
Catherine T. Little.
<O2 Tenth street southeast.
Poems of Spring.
Have often been sprung,
But the Washington public
Has always been stung-
When birds on the wing
Should sweet melodies crow,
Us pOor D. c. folks
Are looking for snow.
Perhaps tho some morn
We will open our eyes,
And Spring from our beds
With glad surprise
To find that good weather,
Has come here a last,
Wen then give Spring welcome,
Forgetting the past
~ ~.
ITO C street
Oh the beautiful spring
What a wonderful thing
Is life unfolding.
10 see the glad days,
And merry child plays
It's truly enobhDs
The trailing arbutus
And the many wild flowers
Oh, what a 10y!
To look to the trees
And feel the warm breeze,
I'm glad I'm a boy.
Hurrah for the days
OF the juvenile plays
That we children love.
We hop, skip, and run,
And, oh what fun;
All comes from above.
We thank Thee for life
Though often strife
To live.
How short the time seems,
'Tis all a short dream.
And how little we give,
Robert Marsh.
So2S Fifteenth street northwest.
I trust that you viii send TO me
The very much Desired W
NV shoes are busted through and
through
the grass is green. the sky is blue
For doing stunts with pen end ink
I'm Johnny I think
I'll put all other poets to rout.
The crocus buds are coming out
I hate to tell a tale Of woe,
Ny finances are getting low.
Be sure to send that Five today.
The lamblet CANDLES at it's play
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