Susanna Leonard Hill is having a Spring writing contest! The rules are to write a kid’s story in poetry or prose with a maximum of 350 words. The entry has to be about spring and the other requirement is that -” the last line must be “[Character Name] knew Spring was really here!” or “[Character Name] knew Spring was here at last!” Click HERE to go to Ms. Hill’s blog to see the all the great entries in the contest.
I hope you like my entry! HAPPY SPRING!!! 😀
Donald thought it was way too early to be spring. He did not like spring at all. He did think the birds, squirrels and flowers were kind of nice, but he just couldn’t stand the brighter sun light and longer days. You see, Donald was very pale and he just couldn’t take being out in the hot sun. “I much prefer an overcast winter day,” Donald thought.
Donald shivered and called over to his next-door neighbor when he saw her head peeking over the fence, “Kelly? Kelly! What am I going to do? Spring is here, I’ll never survive!”
“Oh, Donald, stop being such a worry wart! Spring isn’t here for another month,” Kelly called back.
Donald looked down and thought to himself, “At least it’s not raining. I don’t know which is worse, sun or rain.”
“Look Donald! See the robin over by the maple tree? Isn’t she beautiful?” Kelly sounded excited.
Donald looked over to Kelly now just seeing the top of her head. “Kelly, are you shrinking?”
“Donald you can be so weird sometimes!” Kelly scolded him. Kelly started softly singing a song. It was something about red robins bobbin’ along and it kind of annoyed Donald. Every year he warns Kelly about the sun in springtime, but she never listens.
Donald looked up. The sun was almost directly above him. He felt the water drips rolling down from his head to his back. Then something suddenly shifted. “Oh gwate, my dose dust slid off my face,” Donald exclaimed.
“Your who did what?” Kelly cheerfully asked. Donald could only see the tippy top of her hat now.
“Dever mind!” Donald shouted.
Donald knew he was melting. He looked down and saw a tiny sprout reaching out for the water dripping from him. He sighed, kind of half smiled and thought, “The flowers are very pretty and they do need water… and there will be snow next year.”
Donald the Snowman knew Springtime was really here.