365

by LuAnne   Sep 5, 2004


Leaves are falling on the ground,
Colors of yellow, orange and brown.
Men are raking away the trees.,
Shops are closing up in town.

White dust is lightly falling,
Children are playing in the snow,
Churches are full,
Telling the story of Jesus long ago.

The rain is falling,
Drip, drip, drop.
This means spring is on its way,
Soon the cold weather will stop.

The Sun is shinning,
Air-conditioner’s are blowing,
Everyone is swimming.
The flowers are growing.

That’s our year,
365 days,
4 seasons – fall, winter, summer, spring.
Each one brings its different ways.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Tamila Bob

    i like this poem coolie lol ya