Saturday, November 7, 2009

The Year--by Robyn

January's frosty cold, crocheted blankets many sold.
February's nice and cool, lakes will glitter just like jewels.
March brings sunshine very bright, it's still quite light even at night.
April's muddy from the rain, but we like it just the same.
In the month of May, it's Mother's Day I say.
June plays a part of the year, the sun is so bright it brings a tear.
July brings starts and stripes, and fireworks light up the night.
August is a happy time, the green grass is as green as lime.
September brings the colored leaves, it's getting cold--time to wear long sleeves.
October brings great delight, it's so peaceful and the leaves are such a sight.
November brings the cold and snow, it bites the hands and makes them glow.
December brings the sleight bells cheer, Christmas is very near.

1 comment:

Megan said...

That is a great poem, Robyn! I really like it! :)