The Washington times., 1908-04-05

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Like a fairy. decked in green,
With gariands Of flowers on her robes
The Z fa irs; we've ever seen.
20. bluebird," I said, ''your meaning
There are buds on the tree where you
sing.
And the beautiful maiden is welcome to
For IT'S spring. bluebird. It is spring, -
That night there was a pattering rain,
Bat / was sleeping. my dear,
Ana at morn, the bird was singing again
Wake up. for spring is here"
4. Ola Gaines.
1910 Thirteenth street northwest.
I'm not a Spring poet
I'd like you to know II,
No matter what charges you bring;
Although my poor muse you wish to
refuse
sun l never have sung about Spring.
I rhyme blue with true"
And with thoughts about you
And I've sonnets to birds on the wing,
And liken my love 10 a sweet cooling
dove"
But never have sung about Spring.
I've written an ode
That Is up to the code
With a proper and pastoral ring
About babbling brooks and shepherds
with crooks,
But 1 never have sung about Spring.
Cecile Reynolds Robertson.
~ Seaton place northwest.
Oh time OF love
And cooling dove,
Oh mating time
OF bird and rhyme.
OF bleeding hearts
From Cupid's darts,
Oh time Of bliss
And tender kiss,
OF gentle signs.
Sweet lullabies.
Of skies so blue
And thoughts Of you,
or gurgling brook
And sheltered nook.
OF lambs that skip
And clouds that dip,
Oh Wing-timei
On riug-timei
Oh sing-time!
Oh spring-timei
Cecile Reynolds Robertscl,
% Seaton place northwest
There's a spring 70 the clock, and a
spring to the boy,
Spring TO the wagon and spring 10 the
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 eli 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.
r. B. Croson.
East Falls Church, Va, Z. F. D. No. l..
The first robin-redbreest OF spring
Tunes his piccolO CD 10 sing;
When, vyhewi comes a blizzard
And freezes his gizZard.
Right tight to his little wing
So the fool with no overcoat
Finds himself IN a similar boat;
He sneezes and wheezes
And damnS the March breezes,
And nurses an awful sore throat
Eudorous c. Kinney.
1926 o street northwest
"
A few others, which were moi
quite so close in the running, fol-
low;
Wot's der use o. worryin'
Bout dis springtinoc biz"
Wen We'll soon be sCUrTyin'
From der summer "siZz."
"Ff spots" come in handy; but
Let me put Yer wise"
Watch some po'tr.y-stricken mutt"
cop" der grand " prize.
Edwin Facey.
526 Eleventh street southwest.
o. Mister Wind, # you please-is you
Won't you blow till you coax all the
leaves to the trees?
Won't you come from the south, won't
you come in -he night,
With a magical touch that is lazfly
light,
That win bring back the leaves TIL they
AS they lid till the time that you blew
them away? Eva V. Henley.
729 Twelfth street southeast.
Where the birds are singing sweetly, in
the trees, above the green,
There the peach and apple blossoms are
beginning to be seen
There the balny breeze is laden with q
blOSSOmy perfume
And the maple trees are budding, where
the sweet magnolias bloom
Where the fish are jumping up above
the surface Of the stream,
There are flashes Of silvery ught-their
All nature IS smiling blandly, gentle
spring IS on The boom
And the maple trees are budding, where
the sweet magnOlias bloom
John Absolute.
When spring with all her beauteous
train,
Comes tripping DER the verdant lea,
Her footsteps wake a. sweet refrain
That fills the land with melody.
The little buds. that sleeping lie,
Beneath the brown and sOdden mould.
Awake and stir, and gladly cry.
Like children who the dawn behold.
The vooing birds with tuneful threats
Trill through the happy fleeting hours.
The music Of their magic notes
Echoes in WOODS and leafy bowers.
March
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