THE SEASON
The month of August almost gone
While I’m pondering on a poem,
Many things have crossed my mind
What to write on the next line…
I gaze out my window, what do I see
The flowers are fading, the grass is green
Squirrels are running from tree to tree
Having a time as they are so free…
Spring gardens now stand alone
As their day’s have come and gone
While the rabbit’s didn’t want to share
Eating tomatoes, flowers and all…
September not many day’s away
We’ll see the season change each day
The leaves on the trees began to sway
Their time is up and they drift away…
Copyright ©2005 Lois Jernigan
While I’m pondering on a poem,
Many things have crossed my mind
What to write on the next line…
I gaze out my window, what do I see
The flowers are fading, the grass is green
Squirrels are running from tree to tree
Having a time as they are so free…
Spring gardens now stand alone
As their day’s have come and gone
While the rabbit’s didn’t want to share
Eating tomatoes, flowers and all…
September not many day’s away
We’ll see the season change each day
The leaves on the trees began to sway
Their time is up and they drift away…
Copyright ©2005 Lois Jernigan
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