Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Seasonal poem by Alex Geerken

All the trees bud,
the flowers start to bloom.
It’s the time of rebirth:
Spring is nature’s womb.

Behind this illusion of beauty,
a fiend lurks about.
It lashes out sporadically
and will attack without a doubt.

Small irksome spores
become airborne from the wind.
Once your eyes start to itch
you’ll beg the pollen to rescind.

Quickly take your meds
and hope for the best.
The only thing you can do
is wait it out & get some rest.

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