The Months Poem by Sara Coleridge

The Months

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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.

Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.

Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roland Jarrett 19 January 2016

Check the spelling of 'dams, ' 'pheasant, ' 'pleasant' Also upper case for July, September and do we have the second lines of the couplets starting with a capital letter or not?

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Majella Heaney 09 January 2018

Learned this poem in school in Donegal Ireland in the 1950s

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Ashita Tolia 25 May 2021

Which name is original poet name. Please notify me. I am also author.

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moucha 01 December 2018

that it is taking about every months and what happen

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Icndk cjdjcnddlo 07 April 2022

I read this poem in my school it was such a fascinating poem! ????

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ZJ 01 March 2022

Check the spelling for July

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Janet Woodman 03 April 2022

The spelling is fine, but it needs a capital letter.

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Steve James 30 November 2021

There is a parody song by Michael Flanders and Donald Swann.

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Moice 25 March 2021

Noice noice noice

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Moice 25 March 2021

Noice

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