Longings!

I am longing for the warm sun to shine,

bringing warmth to these old bones of mine,

and to hear the first robin sing,

it's spring, it's spring!

                                                     I long to see the wild flowers bloom,

                                                     to go old to the beaver dam,

                                                    and see the jet planes zoom.

                                                    I am longing for the smell of spring,

                                                    and hear those song birds sing,

                                                   to jump on my four wheeler and go,

                                                   to where the red pine trees grow!