It’s the long-awaited springtime in New England; sometimes, I mark the days until Spring and the hours and minutes. I live for two weeks in the Spring and the third Saturday of August when we have summer. But as much as I love our better weather, I am also an allergy sufferer, and for the first time in many months, I have had my windows open all afternoon, and the pollen is filtering in and is doing a happy dance on my nose. So, I felt obliged to write a poem about pollen.
Poem For Pollen
The pollen is blowing in the air.
And not a matter do I care.
For I’d rather wheeze from
Birds and bees
Than blow ice cycles,
Every time I sneeze.
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