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The Seasons
Contributed by
Supered
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Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 02:20:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
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In winter months the snowflakes fall, without the slightest sound,
And spread a blanket of pure white upon the frozen ground.
The winds will blow with icy blast, as from the north they're bound,
All creatures of the wild will search 'til shelter they have found.
Young children start to build snowmen of every shape and size,
Go sledging and have snowball fights or skate upon the ice.
They never seem to feel the cold, to them it's just a slice
Of happiness and joy they've found in winter's paradise.
The older folk will huddle by a fire-side all aglow,
Remebering their childhood days a long. long time ago.
The long dark evenings of their lives are drifting by so slow,
But years have passed them quickly by and this they truly know.
In spring-time everything is gay and love is in the air,
And all the trees throughout the land wear blossom in their hair.
It's mating time for bird and beast, they only have one care
And that's to find themselves a mate, then each his love will share.
And for the bride at Easter time, the daffodils will bloom,
She'll be as happy as the rest when marrying her groom.
The days are getting longer now and gone is all the gloom
Of long dark nights we used to know as nature starts it's boom.
Buttercups and daisies grow in fields of emerald green,
The hibernating creatures wake from slumber where they've been
Below the ground so safe and warm from winter's frost so keen,
With other woodland creatures now complete the wondrous scene.
Lambs bleating in the meadowland, they jump and skip and play.
The sun is getting warmer now and brightens up the day,
The river is meandering, upon it's happy way,
Through the lush green country to the seaside far away.
The cricket match is played upon the local village green
The sun shines down on men in white and brightens up the scene.
When runs are scored and wickets fall it's something to be seen
And when the winning hit is made, then one team rules supreme.
But in the summer people head for sunnier climes than ours
And leave behind the threat of intermittent showers.
But those of us who choose to stay can while away the hours
By walking by a babbling brook and sit in shady bowers.
And in the summer holidays, with bucket and with spade,
We headed for the seaside, ice cream and lemonade.
We'd watch the Punch and Judy show, walk on the promenade
The train would take us all back home, we wish we could have stayed.
But round the corner autumn waits when leaves turn golden brown
And, from the branches high above, they spiral to the ground.
With long dark nights now drawing in, the temperature drops down
And early morning mist descends and settles all around.
Then along comes bonfire night with fireworks and guys
And as the children gather round, the flames dance in their eyes.
The last few flickering embers glow and then the fire dies
And as we look towards the stars we see the smokey skies.
The seasons have now come and gone, at least for one more year.
Sometimes they make life had for us, but then they bring us cheer.
And though they give us memories, they make it very clear
That even when we have to go, they always will be here.
Copyright Edward Bamforth 1975
Copyright ©
Supered
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2006-11-07 02:20:55]
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Re: The Seasons
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 06:27:38 PM AEST
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Breath taking write, each word flows with vivid scenes and feeling. Lovely!
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Re: The Seasons
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by Justintears on
Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 07:30:58 PM AEST
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| A wonderful pleasure to read from start to finish. The flow of the poem just seems to move off the tongue with such ease and innocence. It brings so many memories to mind. Beautifully done!!! |
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