This poem was postedon yourdailypoem.com on February 20. 2016
COME SPRING
by Edward Hujsak
If, my father muttered,
I am still among the living,
Come Spring
we'll plow the far corner
Where the power lines run
And plant barley.
I nodded, knowing the job would be mine,
a bit reluctantly;
Because robins fed there
And nested nearby.
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