Jack Frost has upped and gone away,
To his icy summer home.
He stays there whilst the sun is warm,
It's not safe for him to roam.
Now he's left the earth warms up,
And flowers start to grow.
Peeking through the heating soil,
Growing quickly for a show.
Crocuses and Daffodills,
Green shoots poke through the ground.
And with each day as spring returns,
They burst up all around.
When sprng arrives the garden glows,
With yellows, blues and reds.
Stretching in the sunny warmth,
Whilst Jack is safe in bed!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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