Saturday, October 13, 2007

Seasons

Swiftly goes summer,
Soon it will be winter,
If we see the birds fly south,
Our breath will fly from our mouths,
though it is a while till spring,
We still will joyfuly sing,
Because fall is very close,
We get our fall and winter clothes,
Even though it is very cold,
the sun is as bright as gold.

2 comments:

Pastor Noel said...

This is my favorite poem.

Claire said...

Thank you Daddy!