Mine Is The Spring

• Hannah Nugent, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The weak rays of sun come down from above; it’s Winter once more.
I look to the mountains, see snow on the peaks and I am sure.
The wind moans gently, stirring the snow,
Now I am sure, it is time for me to go.
I have, each year, just one time, just once,
To fly South for the bitterly cold Winter months.
To fly to the lands where the sunshine prevails,
To escape from the snow, the wind and the hail.
To go to where lovely green hills always are,
To fly away from this place, to fly away far.
The journey is long, but is worth it I know,
For when Winter comes there, it is Spring back home!
Presently, I’ll go, I’ll fly South for a time,
And when I get back, the Spring will be mine!