Seasons

The wintertime is here again

A season full of snow and rain

When you hear the church bells ringing

And children with their carols singing

The next season will be spring

When we hear the blue birds sing

When the flowers start to bloom

And fill the air with sweet perfume

Summer is for everyone

For holidays and lots of fun

A time to be beside the sea

And barbecues for you and me

In Autumn all the trees go bare

The leaves on the trees lying everywhere

Where you will see the farmers ploughing the fields

And bringing in the harvest crops to yield

By Susan Reeves