Spring Fever

I'm so excited that spring and summer are almost upon us. I can't wait to walk by the creek and put my feet in it, lay in our hammock and read without having to freeze , and walk to the top of our hill barefoot just enjoying the fresh air! I liked this poem because it encouraged my mood.

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SPRING MORNING
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
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Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
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If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on the water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
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Where am I going? The high rocks call:

"It's awful fun to be born at all."

Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:

"We do have beautiful things to do."

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If you were a bird, and lived on high,

You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,

You'd say to the wind when it took you away:

"That's where I wanted to go today!"

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Where am I going? I don't quite know.

What does it matter where people go?

Down to the wood where the bluebells grow--

Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know.

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A.A. Milne