This is a mystery poem I made up yesterday. After each stanza, take a guess at what the poem is about, and see how your first guesses compare to your last guess.
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A roundish package, lily-white
Lies buried in the darkest night.
Above, a glowing warmth sends rays
Of light that dance and skip and play.
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A grayness gathers in the blue.
It bursts and pierces the air through
With drops of glass and noisy wind.
And then the gray is blue again.
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The silent package starts to shift,
It cracks it splits, it moves a bit.
From one end grows one tiny thread,
Then many race to stretch ahead.
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A new, green dagger thrusts itself
Above the dark, and looks about.
It sees, around it, other spears
That it must conquer, far or near.
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The dagger wages war for food
For light, for water, and land too.
It wins the battle, takes the floor
And earns what it was fighting for.
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And now, more daggers, soft and green
Poke up their heads around their queen.
The daggers grow as straight as boards
And lengthen out to narrow swords.
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A slender, green and stately pole
Emerges from a darkened hole.
The pole starts swelling at its tip,
And yellows as it grows a bit.
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The swelling end begins to split
And sunshine shows from deep within.
The sunshine spreads and spreads until
Sweet golden trumpets fill the hills.
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They trumpet loud their welcome song:
“Spring’s here at last! Cold Winter’s gone!
Warmth and light, new life is stirring,
Come one and all, come sing of Spring!”
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Did you figure out what the poem is about? I’ll give you a hint: it’s a certain kind of flower. Wait for it…. Yep! A daffodil! I hope to see some daffodils soon! Do you have any daffodils or other flowers blooming at your house?
***Allison***
Allison Marie 
We get a lot of dandelions during the spring. But we don’t have any yet
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Let the flowers begin!
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Great poem, Allison! I remember all the daffodils that grow on the woodsy slopes at your cousins’ place. We have things growing indoors at our house. We have sprouted wheat in a container, it’s so fun to watch it grow by the hour! We will have to “mow” it soon and feed it to the bunnies!
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I’m glad you liked my poem! And that’s a great idea about feeding wheat to the bunnies – we might have to do that! Do they like it?
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