Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm, br back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm. br Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands, br sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand. br br Henbit showing off its’ blooms, crabgrass getting high, br darn! , it’s time to mow again, dust and pollen make me cry! br Dark clouds racing ‘cross the sky blocking out the sun, br waiting for the “twister” that puts us on the run. br br Tadpoles in the mud hole out by the pasture gate, br I wonder in amazement how they change from day to day.