A Game For All Seasons
At first was spring, and everything was quenched of every thirst
Summer came, but soon was gone, it quickly played its game
Autumn, lingers here again, blows in with magic fingers
Gripping trees without a care, and painting brittle leaves
Sending cold to gild our hills with brilliant red and gold
Finding ways to rust the sky with tawny autumn days
We should fry up stacks, of buckwheat cakes, and gather stacks of wood
We'll retire, soon, find warmth, and croon, around the cozy fire
We now rehearse, the winter's curse, and will survive the worst, somehow
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For Contest: Plucky 2 By 9
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
2/23/15
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