By CARLA OFFENBURGER
COOPER, Iowa, March 11, 2014 — When the winter weather starts to break every year, I always think back to a poem I learned about 40 years ago from Lillian Hildreth, my English teacher at Lincoln High School in Des Moines. She had the poem written on her blackboard. I memorized it, and recite it every spring.
Daffodils and tulips
in March sent up a crocus
to have a look around.
She yelled, “It still is winter,
there is frost on everything.”
But a passerby who saw her said,
“A crocus! It is spring!”
I hope we are seeing them soon!
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