Seasons (age 7)

By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

This was my first ever poem - the first I remember writing, anyway. I wrote it on the day I realised that I wanted to be a writer - when I was seven years old.

Seasons (age 7)

In the spring,

Lambs at play

Skip and dance

All the day.

In the summer,

flowers, bees,

children playing,

deep blue seas.

In the autumn,

golden leaves

Float to earth

From the trees.

In the winter,

Nothing grows,

Only snowmen

In the snows.

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