Quiggle’s Search For Spring

Wikipedia ~ The March Hare (in Public Domain)

Tired of drifting snow and freezing rain
Quiggle went off in search of Spring

He puddled in mud and slogged in slush
Through fields and marshes full of mush
He saw geese flying high, flapping wings
But he didn’t see any sign of Spring

Robin gathered twigs to feather her nest
Laying blue eggs is what robins do best
Quiggle saw a March Hare doing its thing
But he didn’t see any sign of Spring

Bears emerged from steady slumber
After months spent ‘neath frozen tundra
Bright sunny skies seemed to sing
But Quiggle didn’t see any sign of Spring

Baseball diamonds came alive
With bases rounded amid high fives
Fans cheered at the crack of the bat
But Quiggle didn’t have time for that

Bicycles emerged to sail down streets
Picnic tables groaned with good eats
Life abounded with sweet pleasures
But Quiggle overlooked these treasures
Groundhog Day came and went
Mardi Gras signaled the start of Lent
The Irish celebrated St. Paddy’s Day
As Quiggle continued on his way

Farmers plowed long straight rows
Seed bags stacked, ready to sow
Lambs kicked up wooly heels
Chasing each other between meals

Quiggle walked on, looking high and low
No longer sure which way to go

One day about to abandon his quest
Quiggle spied a sea of yellow trumpets
“Daffodils, daffodils . . . that’s the thing!”
Quiggle giggled, “I found Spring!”

Spring sometimes arrives in slow motion
Casting its spell like a magic potion
With daffodils waltzing, full of cheer
Quiggle knew Spring was really here

Aah . . . that’s better!

The Contest:  Write a children’s story, in poetry or prose, maximum 350 words.

For complete rules, see Susannah’s In Just Spring Contest.