It Is Spring

It is that one sort of thing,
Something in the spring,
When I feel a sort of ping,
In my ears bird chirps ring,
And I really like this thing,
Like a warm and bright fling,
For this season won't last long,
It is spring.

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I am fifteen years old. I wrote this poem when my English teacher told me that we were going outside to write poetry on the sidewalk. She said, " Everyone write a poem, it can be about anything as long as it's appropriate." I was inspired by the weather that day and I wrote about Spring. The same school year we were required to enter a writing contest and I chose this piece. I knew it was a good poem when my teacher had me write it on the board and read it to the class a few times. I thank her for the inspiration and support.