Spring Fever

Grady McMurtry

19 February 1942

The green wood hummed, all day the sun

Had shimmerred in the rustic glade

And quick the flies swept thru the shade

And I reached out and swatted one

A swish and gurgle in the creek

As sly the perch browse in the stream

And dragon flies hang in the steam

Of stagnant pools that breed and reek

Indolence on a summer’s day

The fitful slumber and the yawn

Of sleepy thunder in the brawn

Of satyr muscles tired of play

Ho hum.

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