Season's Of Play Poem by Alan Duffield-lock

Come on, come out to play,
on this wet rainy day,
running in between the drop's,
getting wet before it stop's,
puddle's are waiting there waiting for you,
splashing your way, all the way through,
squishing, sprinkling on the watery ground,
with lot's of giggling all around.

Come on, come out to play,
on this beautiful sunny day,
let's swim in the river or dangle our feet,
or go through the wood's, all to cool down from the heat,
run in the golden field's of corn,
go to the farm's to see the new born,
skipping along the country lane's,
climbing on the haywain's.

Come on, come out to play,
this is a crispy snowy day,
dodging all the snowball's,
skating on the ice having lot's of fall's,
sweeping down hill on a tray,
or going on a sleigh,
rolling the snow to make a snowman,
making them tall and as fat as you can.