Seasons
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Stephanie Spencer, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2019
The fields are rich with daffodils,
A cloak of clover cloaks the hills,
I must dance and I must sing to see the beauty of the spring,
The earth is warm, the sun’s ablaze,
It is a time of carefree days,
And the bees abuzz that chance to pass and may see me snoozing in the grass,
The leaves are yellow, red and brown,
A shower sprinkles softly down,
The air is fragrant, crisp and cool,
And once again i’m stuck in school,
The birds are gone, the world is white, the winds are wild, they chilled and bite,
The ground is thick with slush and sleet and I can barely feel my feet,
The last is done, the next is here,
The same as it is every year,
Spring - Then sunshine - Autumn - Snow,
That is how each year must go.