This is a poem that Blair made fun of today, which I thought was quite amusing. Anyway:

Deer dart past
Limbs strenthend with spring.
Birds call overhead
Free, filled with song
That bursts unchecked
As the sun spreads it's golden blanket
Of light and warmth
On the soft folds of green.

This is my first attempt at a scenery poem. Cut me some slack ; - )