Seasons Poem by David Boyce

Seasons

THE DAFFODILS ARE COMING
AND SOON IT WILL BE SPRING
AND ALSO COMES THE BLUEBELLS
AND THE SUNSHINE IT WILL BRING

AND SOON WILL BE THE SUMMER
THE SUN AND NO MORE RAIN
THE TROUBLE IS THAT WHEN IT'S HOT
THE DROUGHT IS JUST A PAIN

THEN THERE COMES THE AUTUMN
THE LEAVES GO GREEN TO BROWN
THEN SEVERAL WEEKS LATER
THEY ALL COME FALLING DOWN

ALONG COMES THE WINTER
WITH HIGH WINDS AND THE COLD
THE REALLY ICY WEATHER
LIKE THE WINTERS, WE HAD OF OLD

THEN THEY START AGAIN IN SPRING
AND WORK RIGHT THROUGH THE REST
THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT MEMORIES
WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE THE BEST?



WRITTEN BYDAVE BOYCE
29/01/04

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