Our Seasons Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-- * OUR SEASONS FULL * --

The pathway winding down the hill
Fallen leaves are swirling 'round.
The trees are bare and dark....
All their clothing, on the ground.

The ground squirrels scurry here and there
Their larder now to hide
Into the tiny crevices
Where they will soon abide.

The snakes have slithered into holes
So soon to hibernate
Pine cones have fallen to the ground
No trees to decorate.

Assured to natures splendor
For winter they will heed
And in summer we can be assured
They are a new pine's seed.

So now our nature's put to rest,
It's cover soon will gather.
For now this land is put to bed
By you, Dear Heavenly Father.



Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline


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