Oh, Dr. Seuss, today’s your birthday,
And you couldn’t have picked a finer day than today.
Spring has sprung its springiest flower delights,
And the bees and the butterflies are enjoying their flights.
There are places still sleeping where spring hasn’t sprung,
But the view from my window says it won’t be long,
Til we grab hold of clocks and move hours around,
And look for more petals to sprout from the ground;
And we’ll recall how you told us that outside was great,
Whether rainy or sunny or early or late.
Then we’ll set off on bikes or on our two feet
To see the new creatures and plants that we’ll meet.
But we won’t be afraid, and we need not delay,
because your stories taught us to set out on our way.
You told us we’d go to all manner of places:
Some fun, and some lonely, and some days at the races;
Your words give us courage, no matter the where,
And we remember you telling us, as if in a dare:
“It’s opener there
in the wide open air.”

My poem comes along with apologies and profound admiration for Dr. Seuss, who would have been 112 today. Do you have a favorite Dr. Seuss book? I have a hard time picking one to call my favorite.

Spring has sprung for sure where I live. How about where you live? Any signs that the ground is waking up? If so, I hope you’ll journey out to enjoy the wide open air.