Seasonal Magic Poem by Joyce Hemsley

In springtime and in summertime
Nature's beauty is in its prime.
Young lovers roam o'er hilltop high
Admiring the view as they pass by.
Children play and skip along,
Joyously singing a favourite song.
Oh summertime means everything
Beautiful skies with birds on the wing.

As the seasons say goodbye
Autumnal sun shines low in the sky.
Shrivelled leaves begin to fall and
Bouncing raindrops shower all.
Soon, winter bursts upon the scene
And snow invades the fields of green.
But we greet the December morn
The Morn The Holy Child was born.


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