Seasons
Summer
The hot burning sun blazes
down,
And plants begin to grow,
Seeds sprout, cicadas sing,
Until the night falls,
Then days go fast,
And sun so hot,
Finally the sun rises again,
Autumn
The summer plants decay for
once,
The leaves start to fall,
The birds sing on bare trees,
The summer heat missed,
The autumn wind cools the day,
Orange sunset,
Days fly,
Then winds blow them away,
Winter
Winds blow dusting the
gardens,
Snow begins to fall,
Drops of half melted ice
litter the land,
Rain and hail freeze the
lakes,
As everyone hides inside,
Sun sets and hides from the
moon,
The winter days are over,
Spring
Sun rises, moon sets,
New seeds planted, Trees
growing so high,
The days go fast like birthday
cake,
And flowers bloom,
And the water heats,
The seasons start again.
Well done Anneke. What a wonderful poem.You have really thought hard about the seasons. Danny
ReplyDeleteThis made me imagine all the seasons - What a great poem.
ReplyDeleteNicola
WOW!!! that's such a good poem Anneke:)it makes me get a very clear picture in my head for each season. I can see that you have put a lot of time and effort into this. fantastic job
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