It's That Time Of Year Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

It is that time of year.
It's that time of year
As the cold starts to settle in these days.
I begin to think it'that time of year.
Watching the leave fall to the ground
As the birds fly south, they will be gone.
The ducks are near the pond, but the water too cold to swim.
People fill the stores As toys leave the shelves.
Main St is all lite up with lights of the season that is about to come.
The wind brings the cold of snow. As it covers the leaves on the ground.
Children are playing on the hill. A snowball fight is always the thrill.
Smoke from the chimney fills the air and your noise.
As you put your sign in the yard
Saying Merry Christmas To All.
Yes, It is that time of year.