Heaps of dirty snow defy all who would proclaim it spring -
I'll believe it when I hear a robin sing!
It's chirpy tune brings hope and joy when winters' cold and gloom
begins to leave, and lift at last, and scoop and shovel are replaced by rake and broom!
We do not all bemoan the winter chills,
we simply don our skis and head for hills;
Or fill our snowmobiles with gas and ride
up and down the snowy mountainside!
I ask myself, "Is it really spring?"
Then I button up my coat and gaze around.
There are still heaps of melting snow
in shaded places on the frozen ground!
The evidence that tells me it is really spring
comes not to my disbelieving eyes,
but to my ears, when I hear a robin singl
Ida Nikkel
Prince George
