The Seasons by Sara Coleridge – Beautiful Poetry for Kids

Hello:  This is a poem about the wonderful beauty of each month.  There are wonderful changes and we see them and we listen to them. We see beautiful flowers and we listen to the birds and other sounds of nature.  This poem is set in England.  Your months may be different because of where you live.

THE SEASONS

by Sara Coleridge

 

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January brings the snow,

makes our feet and fingers glow.

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February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.

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March brings breezes loud and shrill,

stirs the dancing daffodil.

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April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

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Dams is an old English word for a mother sheep

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy dams.

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June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children’s hand with posies.

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Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.

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August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.

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Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

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Fresh October brings the pheasants,

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

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Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.

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Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.