April By Ainsley

In beautiful April,

Flowers Bloom,

And babies are born.

Summer is almost here.

It’s getting even hotter,

As spring passes by.

The sun stays out,

while gloomy clouds go away.

Kids run around playing,

Instead of inside their houses.

Birds start chirping,

The snow on the mountains melt,

Grass gets greener every day.

And school is almost out!

Ainsley’s poem was chosen for the National Young Writers of America Anthology. I am a proud Mama.

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