Monday, March 16, 2015
It isn't raining rain for me~~~It's raining daffodils;~~~In every dimpled drop I see~~~Wild flowers on the hills.~~~The clouds of gray engulf the day~~~And overwhelm the town; ~~~It isn't raining rain to me,~~~It's raining roses down.~~~~~~It isn't raining rain to me,~~~But fields of clover bloom,~~~Where any buccaneering bee~~~Can find a bed and room.~~~A health unto the happy,~~~A fig for him who frets!~~~It isn't raining rain to me,~~~It's raining violets.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Robert Loveman Even though it's only the middle of March today the temp was in the 70's and I felt that this poem was appropriate. I can't wait to see the daffodils, the roses and the clover blooming!!! And to see everything green again instead of brown. O Spring, come quickly.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
January brings the snow~Makes our feet and fingers glow.~~~February brings the rain~Thaws the frozen lake again.~~~March brings breezes loud and shrill~Stirs the dancing daffodil.~~~April brings the primrose sweet,~Scatters daisies at our feet.~~~ May brings flocks of pretty lambs~Skipping by their fleecy dams.~~~June brings tulips, lilies, roses~Fills the children's hands with posies.~~~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;~Sportsmaen then begin to shoot.~Fresh October brings the pheasants;~Then to gather nuts is pleasant.~~~Dull November brings the blast;~Then the leaves are whirling fast.~~~Chill December brings the sleet,~Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.~~~Sara Coleridge~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spring is showery, flowery,bowery.~~~Summer: hoppy,choppy, poppy.~~~Autumn: wheezy, sneezy, freezy.~~~Winter: sloppy, drippy, nippy.~~~~~~Anonymous~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last night, while we were fast asleep,~The old year went away.~It can't come back again because~A new one's come to stay.~~~~~~~Rachael Field