Spring Writing #3

Circle of Life

I’m in the garden

I plow rows

The sun shines

The rain flows

A seed pops

A plant grows

A flower blooms

The wind blows

A bee buzzes

And pollen goes

Into the air

And to my nose

I breathe deep

ACHOO!

Allergy woes.

Spring Writing #2 - Spring Fling Contest Entry - Spring Cleaning

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Mom says, “Time for spring cleaning.”

How did spring get dirty?

“We’ll clean out closets,

under our beds,

dust and sort EVERYTHING!”

I pouted.

I read.

I played.

Mom checked on me. She frowned.

“You’re not spring cleaning.”

I groaned.

I made my bed,

put away my toys,

and started to pick up books.

But they wanted to be read, not sit on a shelf.

I read three.

Mom checked on me. She grinned.

“Good start.”

I sighed and put away the books.

I dusted, swept, and hummed a song.

I straightened my keepsakes,

put up my softball equipment,

and danced as I folded clothes.

I opened my curtains and was amazed.

What a bright, clean room!

I could dance and play.

Mom checked on me. She smiled.

“Great job!”

She put a huge pillow in the corner by my books.

It’s my favorite spot

in my spring-cleaned room.