Two Children's Poems About Spring

A Walk in Spring

What could be nicer than the spring,

When little birds begin to sing?

When for my daily walk I go

Through fields that once were white with snow?

When in the green and open spaces

Lie baby lambs with sweet black faces?

What could be finer than to shout

That all the buds are bursting out-

And oh, at last beneath the hill,

To pick a yellow daffodil? 

                               
                                         K. C. Lart

Night of Spring

Slow, horses, slow,

As through the wood we go-

We would count the stars in heaven,

Hear the grasses grow:

Watch the cloudlets few

Dappling the deep blue.

In our open palms outspread

Catch the blessed dew.

Slow, horses, slow,

As through the wood we go-

All the beauty of the night

We would learn and know!

             
                     Thomas Westwood

The Book Of a Thousand Poems. New York: Peter Bedrick Books. 1983. pp. 184-185.