Aug 192016

Paula here.  This is a poem about the wonderful beauty of each month.  Change is inevitable!  Change is constant!  Change is natural!  This poem is set in England.  We can curse the weather, or take a walk in it.  Change is part of our lives.  Some changes bring joy and other changes bring sadness.  Change challenges us, motivates us – strikes us low for a moment, but we have the strength to rise again.  Change says goodbye to loved one and lovers.  Change brings new people into our lives.


by Sara Coleridge


January brings the snow,

makes our feet and fingers glow.


February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.


March brings breezes loud and shrill,

stirs the dancing daffodil.


April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daises at our feet.

Dams is an old English word for a mother sheep

Dams is an old English word for a mother sheep

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy damns.


June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children’s hand with posies.


Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.


August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.


Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.


Fresh October brings the pheasants

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.


Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.


Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

I have just started a website for kids (and adults who are young at heart)

This poem is blogged on to it.

If you have kids or grandkids 

or you are related or work with children

please use this site.  I write under Pauline. 

Would you please pass this link/site on to at least THREE you know. Children

are like young shoots or flowers, they need tender nourishment!

Thank you so much!

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