How Happy is Spring

In honor of this lovely month, I wanted to share a poem that I enjoy. I often perform this playful lyric for Freshman Speech Lecture or my Oral Interpretation of Poetry class as an example of proper delivery. Those of you who read my April 11 post will understand why I like it.


April
by Marcia Masters


It's Lemonade, it's lemonade, it's daisy,
It's a roller-skating, scissor-grinding day;
It's gingham-waisted, chocolate flavored,lazy,
With the children flower-scattered at their play.

It's the sun like watermelon,
And the sidewalks overlaid
With a glaze of yellow yellow
Like a jar of marmalade.

It's the mower gently mowing,
And the stars like startled glass,
While the mower keeps on going
Through a waterfall of grass.

Then the rich magenta evening
Like a sauce upon the walk,
And the porches softly swinging
With a hammockful of talk.

It's the hobo at the corner
With his lilac-sniffing gait,
And the shy departing thunder
Of the fast departing skate.

It's lemonade, it's lemonade, it's April!
A water sprinkler, puddle winking time,
When a boy who peddles slowly, with a smile remote and holy,
Sells you April chocolate flavored for a dime.

Teri