A Poem I wrote in the 9th Grade
Spring is here but golly gee whiz,
I wonder where my flower is?
I planted the seed not very long ago
But now my backyard is dry, is it going to snow?
Ah but here it comes, Up, Up, Up,
Flowing its petals in a tiny cup,
Its colors so bright so gay so free
Is this the Flower I planted for me?