Joys Of The Year

• Neriah Davies, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

The smell of fresh fruit
The wind through the gum trees
The spring flowers growing
All of this joy sees

Autumn time is fresh in town
The leaves all start to drop
The happiest of hearts still sing
The farmers plant the crop

Rain falls from the sky
And the cold flakes come to stay
It’s joy that makes them snow balls
And in the white fields play

Then summer in the last of year
The happy sun and forgiveness
The trips with family’s not all
The best thing yet is Christmas