Seasons

Lyrica Wilder, Period 2, Mrs.Love

Four Seasons:

In comes the leaves of Fall So beautiful it will enthrall Wonderful red, yellow and brown Mother Nature should wear a crown Then comes the snow And the streets are aglow With children playing like animated dolls Then suddenly Spring calls April showers may come down when you are walking downtown Along the beach the tide is high As all the children walk by Soon it begins to get hot Now Summer we've got Sometimes you can feel the sun's rays Heating up through the humid haze The circle goes round and round Four Seasons we are bound Author: Lisa A. Marchesi, USA

Spring The Season Of Joy© Rahat SandhuThe spring is here and the sun is bright,Everyone is playful they are not having anyone's fright.I could see the little birds swaying their wings,I could hear the pretty flowers sing.The green leaves that are dancing in the air,Are fearless from everyone present here.Tip! tip! tip! the water falls,Sweep! sweep! sweep! the caterpillar crawls.And when the playful squirrels run,They seem that they are having so much fun.As the small kids are swinging high,Their rosy pink cheeks get shy.Jumping, jumping come the rabbits,I really praise their lovely habits.As they play with their long ears,Everyone forgets their cries and tears.But lets wait for the butterflies, Who keep on flying in the endless skies.But now mam taps on the door,And it's the time to go indoor.I'm always eager for the spring to come,Because it brings along so much fun.

Summer© DestineeThe grass so green,The sun so bright,Life seems a dream,No worries in sight Tans and tank tops,Laughter and bliss,Each moment passes,Without even a miss Friends and cookouts,Memories and laughs,Good times to remember,But how long will it last The grass soon fades,Leaves begin to fall,School replaces sleepovers,Oh I'll miss it all

Snow Day© Sam DSnow is falling to the ground Piling up in enormous moundsSchool is cancelled for the dayChildren run outside to play Snowballs are thrown in the airNo one has any careAbout school-only fun Because the day is a snowy one Snowmen are stacked very highTheir top hats almost skim the skyTo make them round they must patThen finish off with mittens and hat As the weather gets coldThe children are toldTo come inside and eatHot chocolate with a couple treats Once the kids are done They put on their gear for some more funSome of them play aroundWhile other kids just lay on the ground Another kid makes snow angelsUntil the dog named BojanglesRan through his masterpieceBut then the owner yelled cease

Seasons© MichaelaWinter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snowWhen rain falls down and nothing ever growsFor children it’s the snow that they desireAnd cups of co-co in front of the fire When winters gone, the grass grows green againRoses and Tulips sprout, with bright green stemsThe bees are buzzing, the birds are singingSheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing And then the sun starts to shine too brightlyIt’s so hot that fans are put on nightlyAnd so then it’s off to the beach or poolsWhere people swim about just to keep cool All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brownAnd when on the ground make a crackly soundIn autumn a lot of money you make For clearing backyards of leaves with a rake Each season has its own goods and its badsBut since they are all different I am glad!

The Wind© Dee McdonaldThe wind it moves in wondrous waysThrough the tree branches it blows and its swaysIt takes all the leaves and flies them so highThen briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky Its strength is so varied from timid to strongThe length of the blowing can be short or longSometimes it tickles the tip of your noseSometimes sends shivers to the tips of your toes It can bring some surprises with each passing dayThe wind will surprise you in many a wayThe sweet sound of whistling, the roar of a stormIt can bring you some happiness and also bring harm The next time you see a bag blow down the street The next time you feel the wind at you feetRemember its power, its beauty and graceFor the wind can be anywhere, it can be any place.

Four Seasons© Kevin WongThe leaves fall as a call to autumn.The harvest ends and early snow comes.The moon comes up, bringing the night asTime rushes forward in hopes of sleep. The whole earth slows, as winter approaches withThe warm embraces replaced by wind.The trees turn from red to black.Time waits for none on its way to bed. The song of birds begins to fade.The whispering breeze becomes a lion’s cry.The white lands we shall soon see.Time waits for winter's passage now, the last season. The year ends and the snow fall slowly.The cherry blossoms flower in a wonder of spring.The sky's children become rain instead of snow.Time has awakened once more. The rain begins to melt, the spring of life evolves.The lion of March exits the calendar as a lamb. The last three months crescendo into the heat.Time surges forward an hour of daylight. The sun pelts the earth with a ray of light whichThe children leave school to play in during summer.The flora is bountiful in its presence.Time begins speeding faster and faster. The animals wander out in the world.The last month of summer signals the return to an old friendThe last plant bears fruit.Time begins to slowly calm down and fall in pace. The final three month rotation has begun.The burning sun cools away into a soft caressing star.The end of twelve months has come in autumn.Time has completed one full year.