Spring Knocking by Kristina Woodhill When gophers begin to plow our pasture's depths, seeds advertise for wind and wing billy goat next door stinks to high heaven, lucky stars, so far, so far black cat races breeze up and down naked ash tree, head-down nuthatch startles little neighbor boy dog and ball, each other's plaything 02/24/2016 Posted on 02/24/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by LK Barrett on 02/24/16 at 10:58 PM So vivid and yet so precise, dear one. I really enjoyed this, and can see every note. Thank you for the write...lk Posted by George Hoerner on 02/24/16 at 11:19 PM Very sweet lady! Animals and younger children are ready to play. I do recall waiting for the weather to change enough to be able to "play ball". Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)