Poetry -- not my strong suit

I used to love to write and read and interpret poetry. Robert Frost's "Birches" has long been my favorite, eliciting mental images and pangs of a long-gone childhood.

Today's assignment was to think of your favorite holiday and write down the first six words that came to mind when thinking of that holiday.

I didn't cheat, but I wish I had.

Here are my words:

Bunnies

Eggs

Pastels

Ears

Hiding

Dresses

Bunnies appear each spring and hop

With wiggly noses and long ears on top

The eggs are boiled, dyed and drying

All pastel and in the basket grass a’lying

Then begins the hidings and the huntings

Gleefully, in pretty dresses and in buntings

Yes, I shoulda cheated.