as winter shed her overcast
the sun began to show
and suddenly a knoll of grass
appeared amid the snow
the withered blades lay all askew
like soldiers in defeat
but as the yellow army grew
the snow began retreat
soon winter all across the land
could hold her ground no more
and even snowmen turned and ran
for spring had won the war
What excellent poetry Michael! One for the school books! 👏🤩
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Thank you, Shelley!!
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