The Four Seasons, by Aisa

The Four Seasons

By Aisa, age 11

Sound of Spring

“Chirp chirp,” birds sing As flowers bloom Spring showers For hours Not a thought in mind

Summer Is Sweet

Summer is sweet Because of the heat Picnics are neat And barbeques with meat Let’s pretend It will never end

Apples in Autumn

There are apples in autumn With a sweet juicy crunch And on school days They’ll be in your lunch There are pumpkins as Round as a ball And if you look closely You can see the leaves fall

White Winter

Winter is white Shining bright You can eat snowflakes And skate on frozen lakes Eating gingerbread With a gingery taste Comfortably at the fireplace