Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes sharp and shrill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
By their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lillies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
Skipping Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Brown October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves go whirling past.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
2 comments:
Hey ~~ hopped over from Abraham Lincoln ~ I like this poem, never saw the whole thing before!!
You also have a nice post...I'll be back to read more ~~
Have a Great Day!
I never saw this poem before. The one I had and remember was pretty much as it is there on my blog. I like your poem better but don't think it is the same. Thanks for your visit too.
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