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Poem: A reader pens a poem for springtime

Celebrating spring, in this poem from a Ponoka News reader.
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Weather

The icicles were hung by the chimney with care

Hoping to see spring to soon be there.

Breezes kept the icicles freezing

The winds were ugly and not just teasing.

Tired of double layers the people all cried.

Kept businesses going and held unto their pride.

“Six months of this stuff

It’s been terribly rough.

Sox and underwear are wearing out

We have to get new ones if it stays about.”

Fog and ice have gone hand in hand

Chilling us all beyond demand.

We huddle and cuddle;

Shovel snow everywhere.

We have been tested and tested this last little bit.

Heroes we are — but we need a new list.

We need green grass, a robin or two

Campfires and long summer nights.

The hoot of an owl or a blue jay’s squawk

A sandy beach walk

An umbrella for rain — plus warm memories of how it is

All over again…

Edith Kane