Marchette Chute


Our Tree


When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.

When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.

When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.

When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Hameeda Rahman (1/28/2006 2:01:00 PM)

    Thank you for providing this site. I am using this poem as an extension to teaching the months of the year. (Report) Reply

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