A tromp through the woods
We'd been stuck in this house for what seemed like ten yearsWith “what-can-we-do” whines and and “I-had-that-first” tearsWe'd just about had it. We'll die before spring!But then God sent the sunshine, and I said, “That's the thingWe needed! Now kids, find your boots right away!We can't miss a minute of this almost-spring day!”
Rubber boots on our feet, but no coats for this crewFor who needs to bundle when it hits 42?“No, we don't need jackets,” I said with delight“See the snow melting? That means its just rightFor a walk, or a run, or a skip through the woods!”And Little One said, “Mom, you’re right! This feels good!”
We crunched through the leaves and we slushed through the snowAnd the kids noticed things wherever they'd go:A log, like a bridge, just over a streamAnd a seed that looked just like a truffula tree
Big sister came too, balancing with a smileThe desire to run and to play like a childAnd her kind, caring heart that helped her go slowWhile Little One made his small tracks in the snowShe stayed close when he said, “Hey, watch me do this!”And the steadying hand of his Really Big SisHelped him complete his challenging stuntProving to us that he's not just the runt.
Bare hands picked up snow and made mini snowmenThen smashed them with boots and then did it again.They squealed and they yelled until mom said to stop itAnd Little One put his cold hand in in his pocketWhere he placed, oh so gently, his friend “woolly bear.”And the older ones taunted and shouted out dares“I dare you to jump!” “Bet I can!” “No you can't!Then “Mommy there's mud on my shirt and my pants!”“The laundry is worth it,” I said with a laugh,“As soon as we’re home I’ll put you in the bath.”
While they jumped daring jumps and they played daring gamesThose silly boys called things by the wrong names
“Look! An ear-scratcher!” “Nuh-uh! Pincher butt!”
Said the one who was nursing his wee little cutFrom the clobster--or crawdad--he pulled from the mudby the tree with the bumps, or rather, the buds.
All the while was a song flowing behind their wordsThe sweet sound of spring waters and the singing of birdsPraise God! Alleluia, Thanks Jesus! We sayFor this tromp through the woods on this muddy spring day
Rubber boots on our feet, but no coats for this crewFor who needs to bundle when it hits 42?“No, we don't need jackets,” I said with delight“See the snow melting? That means its just rightFor a walk, or a run, or a skip through the woods!”And Little One said, “Mom, you’re right! This feels good!”
We crunched through the leaves and we slushed through the snowAnd the kids noticed things wherever they'd go:A log, like a bridge, just over a streamAnd a seed that looked just like a truffula tree
Big sister came too, balancing with a smileThe desire to run and to play like a childAnd her kind, caring heart that helped her go slowWhile Little One made his small tracks in the snowShe stayed close when he said, “Hey, watch me do this!”And the steadying hand of his Really Big SisHelped him complete his challenging stuntProving to us that he's not just the runt.
Bare hands picked up snow and made mini snowmenThen smashed them with boots and then did it again.They squealed and they yelled until mom said to stop itAnd Little One put his cold hand in in his pocketWhere he placed, oh so gently, his friend “woolly bear.”And the older ones taunted and shouted out dares“I dare you to jump!” “Bet I can!” “No you can't!Then “Mommy there's mud on my shirt and my pants!”“The laundry is worth it,” I said with a laugh,“As soon as we’re home I’ll put you in the bath.”
While they jumped daring jumps and they played daring gamesThose silly boys called things by the wrong names
“Look! An ear-scratcher!” “Nuh-uh! Pincher butt!”
Said the one who was nursing his wee little cutFrom the clobster--or crawdad--he pulled from the mudby the tree with the bumps, or rather, the buds.
All the while was a song flowing behind their wordsThe sweet sound of spring waters and the singing of birdsPraise God! Alleluia, Thanks Jesus! We sayFor this tromp through the woods on this muddy spring day
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