Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Ode Spring

Spring has come, the grass is riz;
I wonder where the poseys is?

That, is a poem my father would say when Spring was mentioned. I giggled as a child, groaned as a teen, but miss it now he's gone. Happy Spring, D. Eugene.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Daddy, that's so silly we would say!!!

    brought a tiny tear...thanks sis