27 July 2020

A Year by Ear
Tree frogs peeping, “No more sleeping;
Spring has sprung at last!”
Robins piping, “No more griping;
Winter’s ways are past!”

Stout cicadas coming, humming:
“Summer’s heat is here.”
Bull frogs moaning, groaning, grumbling:
“Fall is tumbling near.”

Leaves start changing, rearranging:
“Fall!” the squirrels call.
Geese in gaggles flying, crying:
“Summer fled from Fall!”

Snow gets going; then it’s blowing:
“Winter’s ways are here!”
Winds come prowling, scowling, howling:
“Spring shall not come near!”

Every season has a reason
And a time to talk;
God determines all the details
By His perfect clock.

3 comments:

  1. I like how this poem goes through each season in order, and the multiple rhymes in every other line.

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  2. That's a nice picture.

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  3. It's very nice!!

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