My seven year old Grand Daughter was impressed with my feeble attempts at writing, so I asked her if she could write her Grandpa a poem.

The following poems are a result of her effort: First,"SPRING TIME ON BEL AIR"-Bel Air is a street name-her poem to her Grandpa, and second, "SPRING FLOWERS" a poem that I wrote for her, in response.

SPRING TIME ON BEL AIR

The air is so cool
T he flowers are fresh
That's why Springtime is the Best!



SPRING FLOWERS



With the spring breeze if you listen
you can hear a flower sneeze,
as it's head turns up to the sun.

The day warms,
and the Honey Bees swarm
to suckle sweet nectar from a Pistil.

Clouds billow in creature like forms as children gather to guess.
A point, and a giggle signal a response from the rest,
and laughter fills the air as the day warms on.

Dusk brings a crisp cooling as the petals begin to close,
and row upon row of flowers begin to doze
in sleepy anticipation of the morrow,
when if you listen, you can hear a flower sneeze
in the warming spring breeze.