Time
Spring Time pretty flowers in my garden will start to grow,
do you see the old huge black crow.
Summer Time with lots of outdoor fun,
watch out or you will get burned by the bright sun.
Autumn Time is for picking and baking apple pies,
maybe this year I will win a prize.
Winter Time is when the ground is covered with fluffy snow,
the cold winds howl, swirl and blow.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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