A Poem for My Dear Spring

A Poem for My Dear Spring

I have a friend named Spring.

I do not know if she can sing.

But she is very nice,

And in her country they eat a lot of rice.

Right now, it is with her that I stay,

And in August I shall go away.

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Last night (6.6.07), I was talking with Spring about my good friend Matthew E. I told her that he writes poetry. At first, she didn’t understand what poetry was and is. She asked if I wrote poetry. I told her that I did and that I liked to write rhyming poetry. The word rhyme confused her … so, I decided the only way to explain to her what “rhyme” meant was to tell her a rhyming poem. The above poem was thought of on the spot with only a little thought. She laughed and enjoyed the poem; her most enjoyable line is the one about rice.