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The Garden Year
Poetry By Heart
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the Harvest is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather fruit is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are falling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
Sara Coleridge
Poem out of copyright
Poetry By Heart
Respectfully submitted by:
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
April 18, 2023
The Garden Year