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Spring |
| When the winter has gone away, How I wish that spring could stay. Up in the sky the sun shines bright And once more the nights are light. Daffodils, crocuses start to bloom. Flowers decorate every room, In the fields the lambs play gay, How I wish that spring could stay. |
| P. Irving. |
Summer |
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| 1. | When nature from her wintry sleep has 'waked, And thrown aside her feathery, soft, white cloak, And young, green shoots have pierced the earth's warm bosom, And Spring's fresh breeze has roused the woodland folk, 'Tis then, when all the world is soft and sweet And trees have blossomed forth, the sun to greet, 'Tis then when birds are trilling long on high. That winter's cares dissolve in azure sky. |
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| 2. | Then nature waves again her magic wand, And promptly undergoes another change, The trees and bushes all are in full leaf, The greens selected from a varied range. The lush grass waves, the trees obey the wind, The hedges up against the fence are pinned ; With thunderstorms the country is then met, And spring makes way for summer, hot and wet. |
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| 3. | The town is blistered in the torrid heat The countryside lies still, too hot to stir, The trees hang motionless, the grass likewise, The mountains roll into a distant blur; The whole land shimmers as the summer sun Beams down upon the stillness it has won : The flowers droop beneath the singeing rays, And cattle, sheep and dogs in pastures laze. |
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| 4. | But wait, behind this peaceful place there lurks A silent enemy, a watching cloud, So innocent and yet - but wait and see, Beware, and do not meditate aloud, For nature thinks it time to intervene, And cast another spell upon the scene. An instant, then the still and quiet air Is ripped asunder, fleeing everywhere. |
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| 5. | A boisterous wind pursues it 'cross the fields, Returns, whirls round, then chases it again Meanwhile dark clouds, unnoticed, hide the blue As, riding on the wind, they bear the rain O'er woods and fields, towards the sun; The cattle, sheep and dogs for shelter run, A heavy bank of cloud begins to form, A jagged flash denotes a thunderstorm. |
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| 6. | The wind lets fall its reins, the sun is lost, An inky blackness enfolds all the world, A streak of blue tears through the quaking Heavens, A mighty clap, the rains are then unfurled Another flash of lightning rends the sky, A roll of thunder answers, by and by, The rain descends in torrents on the towns And angry skies look down with dismal frowns. |
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| 7. | The dark clouds roll, the storm rages on, The rain beats down upon the startled earth; A vivid streak and then a fearful crack, The valleys echo with its fiendish mirth; But now we notice yonder brighter skies, The thunder has become just distant sighs. We wonder if the storm has now blown o'er, And sure enough, of rain there is no more. |
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| 8. | The golden sun once more beams down on earth, A skylark wings its way into the blue, A magpie chatters from a dripping tree A swallow darts from underneath a yew : A blackbird sings and whistles sweet and clear, A heron glides across a shady mere, A church bell in the hollow lends its chime To nature's songs in beauteous summertime. |
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| C.W. |
Autumn |
| Whispering, fluttering, down fall the leaves, Tinged with silvery hue, In the fields are stacked corn sheaves, Oh, Autumn, thanks to you. Crimson berries hang on trees, Red as blood they be, Gently they stir in a passing breeze, Oh, Autumn, thanks to thee. The emeralds of the trees are old, But in their place are seen Many colours, red, brown, gold, Where Autumn has just been. |
| K. McConnell, 1G. |
Winter |
| When we see the glittering snow, That makes our fingers tingle and glow, We think of fires with glowing ember And toys at Christmas in December. I love to hear the robin sing, And go to sleep with head under wing; I like to see him sing and dance As I look round with a wary glance. When all the birds have flown away The trees begin to sway and sway; The whistling wind comes all in a clatter And makes our teeth chatter and chatter. |
| Ethel Ashton. |