I met you in the Spring
Under aging oak
The world seemed to stop
Whenever you spoke
I met you in the Spring
Over shaded flowers
Time seem started to fly
As we talked for hours
We saw them in the Spring
Old wood above, new buds below
And like our own seeds once also did
Their love began to grow
Posted in response to the challenge Spring 2026 Writing Contest.
I wish you would just punch me
It would wake me from this spell
The one that makes me think
That maybe there’s a chance
That you and me can be something
My family made of scraps
Garbage and hot glue
Lost and tired trash
Came together to make new
To others we are strange
A jumbled sort of mess
Why do you care?
It’s not even your fight
You’ve never had to suffer
From these people’s plight
What a strange thing to ask.
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