4 Seasons
4 seasons
the wind is blowing as the trees say welcome spring.
the trees are full of buds as they begin to bloom
the smell of fresh cut grass makes you noise itch
the bugs say hi there as the bite your arms and legs
it's time to welcome spring once more.
children are waiting for the clock to tick fast.
as they want vacation to come.
swimming pools are being filled.
baseball games are being played.
summer is around the corner.
hot dogs are burning on the grill.
leaves are falling on the ground.
rakes are scratching the the ground
pools have no water
fall is next to come so fast.
the cold air is blowing the snow
cars are stuck on the hillside.
the water is now ice
winter go away fast .
the four seasons they come and they go
year after year as we grow old we watch them.
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2017
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