A Springtime Poem
for the Springtimes of our Running Lives
by Carol Goodrow
Running in springtime would be my cup of tea,
Running in springtime would be simple as pie.
Running in springtime could be a piece of cake.
Running in springtime would be a piece of cake,
If it wasn't for that poison ivy I ran in by the lake.
That stuff has made me itchy.
It's puffing up my toe.
I want to scratch it off my foot,
But Mother tells me, "No!"
If it wasn't for that bumble bee that's chasing after me.
That bee thinks I am honey.
I'll tell that bee to flee.
"Get out of here you pesky bee!
It's either you or me!"
Running in springtime would be so fancy free,
If it wasn't for that caterpillar that is inching up my knee.
That bug will make me shiver.
I'll tell that guy to go.
"Go build your cocoon somewhere else,
Not on my leg, oh no!"
If it wasn't for that cold wet rain that is pouring from the sky.
I'll sprint right home for cover,
Till the storm has gone away.
Then I'll race to catch the rainbow that is cheering up my day.
Look! I think I see some butterflies flitting by the lake.
