Our Spring garden
As regular readers will know, I love the poetry of e e cummings. Here is another for your delectation, in Just spring
in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonmanwhistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
springwhen the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancingfrom hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
andthe
goat-footedballoonMan whistles
farandwee
