Seasons Poem by Katy White
Seasons
First It's Spring,
It's getting warm.
Then comes Summer,
Here comes the swarm.
There is hotness in the air,
And there is us wishing it wasn't there.
It passes by fast,
And here comes Fall.
And It still isn't cold at all.
The leaves are changing,
And we're rearanging.
Although It's still warm,
Here comes th Winter.
'Oh My' It is cold,
Here is us freezing.
Wishing Summer would come.
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