Declan's Poetry

It’s spring in July.
The air is warm
The trees are swaying
Like the bristles of a brush whilst painting.

The flowers are blooming
The bushes are grooving
It’s spring everyone
Come look at this ripe plum.

I find it quite thrilling
The animals are singing
The bird’s calls are ringing
This is quite the feeling

As It’s spring in July
Without a cloud in the sky
Why don’t you come near
As there are stories to hear.