Poem For A Spring Day – A Spike of Green

A Spike of Green

When I went out the sun was hot,
It shone upon my flower pot.

And there I saw a spike of green,
That no one else had ever seen!

On other days the things I see,
Are mostly old, except for me.

But this green spike so new and small,
Had never yet been seen at all.

– Barbara Baker

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