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Poem
May 5, 1939
The Gary American
Gary, Lake County, Indiana
What is this article about?
A poem reflecting on spring's arrival from a classroom window, inspired by playing children, birds, roses, and nature's renewal, evoking joy and growth.
Clipping
OCR Quality
98%
Excellent
Full Text
SPRING
As I sit in my class room and look around in space
I begin to think of all the time I have put to waste;
I haven't done anything quite big,
I don't know what to do
But that does not seem enough to make me blue.
I look out the window -while the sun beams down
The girls are playing hopscotch;
the boys are running around;
I wonder what it really is that gives these thoughts to me-s.
Maybe it's the little birds that are singing twee-twee-tweet!
Or maybe it's the fragrant smell of the sweet American rose
It could probably be any of these things that make me sing
But I really think that it is the coming of the sweet April spring.
To me spring is the sweetest time I know
It is the time that everything seems to grow.
Plants burst out of the ground and wrestle with the air
As the birds leave their nests and go to fare
The butterflies come out and mingle with the bees
And the trees began to bud and sail with the breeze.
Peter Weber.
As I sit in my class room and look around in space
I begin to think of all the time I have put to waste;
I haven't done anything quite big,
I don't know what to do
But that does not seem enough to make me blue.
I look out the window -while the sun beams down
The girls are playing hopscotch;
the boys are running around;
I wonder what it really is that gives these thoughts to me-s.
Maybe it's the little birds that are singing twee-twee-tweet!
Or maybe it's the fragrant smell of the sweet American rose
It could probably be any of these things that make me sing
But I really think that it is the coming of the sweet April spring.
To me spring is the sweetest time I know
It is the time that everything seems to grow.
Plants burst out of the ground and wrestle with the air
As the birds leave their nests and go to fare
The butterflies come out and mingle with the bees
And the trees began to bud and sail with the breeze.
Peter Weber.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Spring
Nature
Classroom
Birds
Roses
Renewal
April
What entities or persons were involved?
Peter Weber
Poem Details
Title
Spring
Author
Peter Weber
Subject
The Coming Of Spring
Key Lines
To Me Spring Is The Sweetest Time I Know
It Is The Time That Everything Seems To Grow.
Plants Burst Out Of The Ground And Wrestle With The Air
As The Birds Leave Their Nests And Go To Fare
The Butterflies Come Out And Mingle With The Bees
And The Trees Began To Bud And Sail With The Breeze.