10 original poems were chosen from nearly 350 children submitted to the KidsPost Poetry Contest.
While winter sneers at the edge of the Earth
Spring crawls behind him
Interrupt an ice kick
“Make room for the herbs to grow!”
Water the seeds in the ground
While the sun and the water toil
Forcing the winter snow away
“Come back to freeze another day!”
Twirl with her little dance
Continuing, she does a prance
Free the greenery from the snow
And grow tiny sprouts.
Now the flowers are growing tall.
“Come my friends, I say, get up!
After the windy days of winter
It’s finally time for us to play!
— Noah Xia, 9, Fort Lee, New Jersey
I roost from dusk till dawn in the calm and silent tree
Then tweet to fend off the rivalry.
Head under wing, bright blue wing.
Has gone through the year.
— Holly Scott, 10, Fairfax Station, Virginia
People always say spring is the best
Since they can’t wait to escape their warm winter vest.
But I know the truth, yes I say it with ease:
“Spring is the wor-” but he is interrupted by a sneeze!
The room fills with a chorus of “bless you”,
Yet that feeling of congestion still leaves me quite blue.
I’m at the mercy of spring to do what it pleases,
Oh, damn you, Spring, for giving me allergies!
— Zadie Maness, 13, Charlottesville, Virginia
Now peeking from the ashes
A song begins with a note
May be the germination of good
May March be a walk for our future
May spring bring revival
Let’s be the seeds of the song
The sprout that started a forest
Let it spread like a mighty wave
— Emerson Miller Gabriel, 10, Washington, D.C.
The end of all our worries
The end of all the harshness
Closing the darkness
Why do we use this analogy?
To set us in motion
Create new notions of our world
Lying to ourselves, with all our might
Watch the birds take flight
And spring is that virtuous adventure
And spring help this light
What does spring mean to me?
—Alice Frank, 11, New York, New York
would be like sunlight outside.
It would be chaos in the house.
the ocean was waving and saying hello.
there would be music in the park
and it would be a spring Saturday night.
The birds were chirping and my body was filled with happiness.
—Gerome Wood, 11, Washington, D.C.
Plants killed by winter are now resurrected
It’s easy to believe that the world is getting so much happier,
See the animals all together.
When the sun shines on it,
The beauty of the world is evident.
Yet the time I spend outside
Admire the world on my used bike
Reminds me that I still have time to be young.
— Olayinka Osinowo, 14, Glassboro, New Jersey
in the life of a dandelion?
I don’t know what memories
the dandelion might have,
like when I was at Disney.
and sometimes the little moments
are bigger than anything else.
— Finn Howard, 11, Alexandria, Virginia
The mischief of spring
For all that is extraordinary
Extraordinary things happen so often
Spring comes like a thief
But gradual introductions
—Redeat Yiesak, 12, Silver Spring, Maryland
Blurred lines, daffodils,
One morning the clouds fill the sky,
And the rain pours down from above the next.
From shorts to pants to skirts and back again.
Spring can’t make up its mind,
Straddling winter and summer.
Spring tries to be its own season,
His own personality, distinct traits.
No matter how hard he tries,
Controlled by other forces,
The melting of glaciers and deforestation.
Oblivion will catch up with him.
—Elizabeth Cook, 13, Charlottesville