Spring Drumroll

PAD Challenge Day 8-For today's prompt, write a homograph poem.

(similar to homonyms??)

One bashful crocus beneath a garden-bench partly began this drumroll for me😎

also, this happy *pear, oops pair, (*homograph) 

the other evening contributed as well

(thanks to a mediocre zoom lens)

I was trying to tiptoe in to get a better angle after this zoomed-in shot below

(because I couldn't see the female duck)

but, my movement alerted them and away they flew

w-a-a-y up-brook...

I heard a herd of thund'ring feet; a feat of sweet delight

The road where Old Man Winter rode away upon is bright

With hopes and dreams; it seems the seams that held tight for so long

Are bursting with fair fare of flowers, bare trees bear first song

Bored bystanders board bustling barges laden with a world

Of fond, fawned fantasies about to be bee hives unfurled 

The cold, bold way of snowflakes bowled over with buds that weigh

The sum of what some see as a sea of blossom-hooray

Where earth, a berth of birth responds to reign of rain cajole

I heard a herd of thund'rng feet; a feat called Spring Drumroll 

 Janet Martin