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Seasons poem
The first season is cold and white
It’s the time when most take flight
For holidays, family, and vacations galore
Some and others are called a bore
For staying behind in the ice and snow
But those who stay behind all know
Of the fun, it can be if you cuddle on in
Drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream on your chin
With pajamas on and a blanket wrapped tight
You tuck yourself in for a long winter’s night
The second season is when it begins to warm.
The winter’s snow thaws and, small plants begin to reform
When baby animals are born and take their first look
It is as if they are writing their own book
A cool breeze carries petals off the blossom trees
And flowers blossom to make pollen for the bees
The plants reach up and out toward the sun
There isn’t anything like it, not one.
And then it ends, the season of growth
But spring will come again it swore in its oath.
And third, is the hot but great summer
Some people say that they can be ‘funner’
When playing at the beach and down by the waves
I’m sure they would stay outside for days
And when given the chance
They laugh, sing, and dance
All through the night and into the day
The children sing out “Yay no school today”
They eat cool treats after every meal
And after a dream, they’d think it was real
And then down to fall
My most favorite of all
When you drink apple cider in your warm, cozy, mittens
And snuggle up close to your two tiny kittens
When you run through crunchy leaves
And your grandmother weaves
Red and orange are everywhere
The beauty is beyond compare
This is the time for nice cool walks
And it’s the time for fun long talks
These are the seasons, each and every one
They all are special times when we won
We make each time special as the days go on
So when we all wake happily before the dawn,
We all are reminded of all the great seasons
So when you feel down remember the reasons
That we all are here on this beautiful earth
To do His great purpose even from birth.
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I am from the BYU authors camp. I am 15 years old and I hope to one day be a successful author. I made this poem about seasons and it just really speaks to me. I hope you love it as much as I do.