George Barker

(26 February 1913 – 27 October 1991 / Essex, England)

January Jumps About - Poem by George Barker

January jumps about
in the frying pan
trying to heat
his frozen feet
like a Canadian.

February scuttles under
any dish's lid
and she thinks she's dry because she's
thoroughly well hid
but it still rains all month long
and it always did.

March sits in the bath tub
with the taps turned on.
Hot and cold, cold or not,
Has the Winter gone?
In like a lion, out like a lamb
March on, march on, march on.

April slips about
sometimes indoors
and sometimes out
sometimes sheltering from a little
shower of bright rain
in an empty milk bottle
then dashing out again.

May, she hides nowhere,
nowhere at all,
Proud as a peacock
walking by a wall.
The Maytime O the Maytime,
full of leaf and flower.
The Maytime O the Maytime
is the loveliest of all.

June discards his shirt and
trousers by the stream
and takes the first dip of the year
into a jug of cream.
June is the gay time
of every girl and boy
who run about and sing and shout
in pardonable joy.

July by the sea
sits dabbling with sand
letting it run out of
her rather lazy hand,
and sometimes she sadly
thinks: "As I sit here
ah, more than half the year is gone,
the evanescent year."

August by an emperor
was given his great name.
It is gold and purple
like a Hall of Fame.
(I have known it rather cold
and wettish, all the same.)

September lies in shadows
of the fading summer
hearing, in the distance,
the silver horns of winter
and not very far off
the coming autumn drummer.

October, October
apples on the tree,
the Partridge in the Wood and
the big winds at sea,
the mud beginning in the lane
the berries bright and red
and the big tree wildly
tossing its old head.

November, when the fires
love to burn, and leaves
flit about and fill the air
where the old tree grieves.
November, November
its name is like a star
glittering on many things that were
but few things that are.

Twelfth and last December.
a few weeks away
we hear the silver bells
of the stag and the sleigh
flying from the tundras
far far away
bringing to us all the gift
of our Christmas Day.

Comments about January Jumps About by George Barker

  • Britte Ninad (8/26/2018 2:05:00 AM)

    brilliantly covered 12 months in poetic diction (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (1/8/2016 4:24:00 PM)

    The absolute best calendar of poetry I have ever read. Look at NOVEMBER: November, when the fires
    love to burn, and leaves
    flit about and fill the air
    where the old tree grieves.. ....... Or look at JUNE..... June discards his shirt and
    trousers by the stream
    and takes the first dip of the year........ There are so many lines in this poem to like!
    (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/8/2016 2:06:00 PM)

    Covered every month nicely. I enjoyed it..10 (Report) Reply

  • Josey Alfred (1/8/2016 6:24:00 AM)

    A vivid sketch of every month with it's expressions seen in any year.
    Thanks for sharing.
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  • Seema Jayaraman (1/8/2016 3:23:00 AM)

    Lovely, beautiful, just loved this poem..thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/8/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    As it starts to lead the road. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2016 1:43:00 AM)

    Wonderful description of 12 months in an year woven together in the form of a n enchanting poem. Can be liked very much by children. Thanks for sharing,10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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