Seasons come and go
By rachel1712
Tue, 06 May 2014
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Seasons come and seasons go,
And farmers plant and sow,
Sun rays heat and cold wind blows,
Plants and trees grow,
The summer shines and glows,
Winter’s breeze freeze little toes,
Grass gets cut and gardens mow.
Even in autumn’s dark cold low,
Spring’s natural beauty flows.
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I really loved the way your
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
I really loved the way your poem flows too.
Read with a gladdened heart.
Jenny.
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