Calender Poem by Myra Livingston

Calender

Rating: 4.5


January shivers,
February shines,
March blows off
the winter ice,
April makes the
mornings nice,
May is hopscotch lines.

June is
deep blue swimming,
Picnics are July,
August is
my birthday,
September whistles by.

October is
for roller skates,
November is
the fireplace,
December is
the best because
of sleds
and snow
and Santa Claus.

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Myra Livingston

Myra Livingston

Omaha, Nebraska, ABD
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