Saint Patrick's Day Poem: Small Surprises!

Ron The Don
Watching the sun eliminate the snow

but it can't remove the cold air

Everytime I hear the wind blow

There's a chill that goes by my hair

Hidden behind the wood and rust

underneath the trees and fence

rising above the dirt and dust

It was neither fearful nor tense

It was my old pal Duke in the yard

looking for something in this boring day

it seems he didn't have to look to hard

when he was something on his way

It was small to the naked eyes

hanging out his mouth with ease

as colorful the spring skies

as comforting a spring breeze

He came as slow as the sunrise

It's like he come from the cliffs of Dovers

What he show came to my surprise

He picked up two 4 leaf clovers

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