The Seasons

By Alice Bowen

In the Autumn
Trees rustled
And bustled.
The wind is howling
And scowling
And growling
And roaring at me.
It blows all
The chimney pots down
On to the ground
With a great big pound.

It is blowing
The glowing
Leaves on the ground.
The wind heaves
The leaves,
Blows them again,
Round and round
On the ground.

In the Winter
Frost covered the window
And snow the car.
All the little animals
Tucked up in bed.
Snowmen standing there,
Big ones,
Little ones.

Daddy dances
The Christmas jig.
I join in.
I'd rather
Look after the pig.

In the Spring
Trees grow new leaves,
Green
And lean.
Daffodils grow yellow,
The brightest
I have ever seen.

The little birds do sing
And bring
The spring
Along.
I wish I could sing
The spring song
As sweetly as the birds.
Baby lambs jump
And skip and play,
Soft and woolly
Lying in the hay.

In the Summer
All flowers bloom.
My favorites are carnations.
Mummy says
Daisies make her sneeze.
Tulips shine all day.