Seasons Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

It is springtime in Ireland as the blossoms dressed the threes
The golden daffodils wave and waltz to the harmony of the breeze.
The sun shines on the fertile land and the crops begin to grow
Our rivers flow gently drifting on the way to the sea they go.

Renewal is all around us as the lambs come out to play.
The primrose spot the countryside and the birds, nest, and lay.
The scent of spring is wonderful as it lingers, just for a short spell.
Then the Easter celebrations come and we listen to the Church bell

Once the Easter time is over, the summer comes along
The blackbird adds more beauty when he renders out in song
The first two seasons are far the best as they bring us lots of happiness
Autumn time starts the winding down as winter give the land a rest