These folks are for the birds

While going through the blogosphere
There is this sound I think I hear
I can't explain this sound with words
I think I hear a flock of birds

Jessica at Five Pines resides
Her love for birds she never hides
She blogs of birds that she may see
She tells us all of this with glee

Shelley in her nice log home
Her husband Greg with her will roam
He learned of birds because of love
And now knows more than just a dove

Pigeon from the buckeye state
The northeast where the snow is great
Takes her camera and makes the shots
Pretty birds she always spots

For this poem, this verse is last
A fan of birds, Jen's recent past
Treats from the store, she buys them some
For birds that fly and those that hum

Spring Training

Oh boy, oh boy
Spring training is here
I guess that must mean
Warmer weather is near

Pitchers and catchers
Reported last week
It takes them much longer
To reach their own peak

It's training my friend
All teams are in first
Teams that are best
Teams that are worst

We'll talk of them all
The starters and subs
And talk of their talent
And whom should be scrubs

We talk of those players
The rookies and vets
The Indians and Yankees
The Braves and the Mets

We talk of them all
The nice and the jerks
Cooperation of them both
Is how the game works

We talk of our team
And filling their voids
Hoping not to fill them
With those who take 'roids

We hope that our team
Plays till the middle of fall
And everyone can call them
The champions of all

Longer days are coming

February is now here
And days are getting longer
Before long we will have spring
And the sun will then be stronger

I've seen enough snow
I've slipped on some ice
What we've gotten now so far
For me will now suffice

Warm weather now can come
Warm winds can start their breezing
As far as I'm concerned
I've had enough of freezing

In summer some complain
But one thought you just can't beat
Think of this when you swelter
You don't have to shovel heat