Poem - Seasons

Discussion in 'Poems' started by Tibba, Aug 2, 2012.

  1. Tibba Voluntary Assistant Chief

    I love the autumn in the Shire
    The air is crisp, the sun still high
    Not much is left to be desired
    The harvest in, there is much pie.

    Then winter descends on the Shire
    It is right cold, you can see far
    The snow-clad meadows we admire
    Then drink hot tea - how blessed we are!

    And when the spring comes to the Shire
    The branches thawed, all's green with sprouts
    The sight, it lifts the spirit higher
    "It's good to live!" the soul will shout.

    And now it's summer in the Shire
    An idle time, not much to do
    So we all gather round a fire
    Bring lots to eat, pie, cakes and stew.

    Thus all the seasons of the Shire
    Have their own charm and bring us fun
    As does this picnic, no more desire
    Is left to crave, our work is done.
    Akelay, Simbo and Lina like this.
  2. Lina Chief

    More poems, yay! And a lovely one fer the picnic too!
  3. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    *Cheers the Summertime Bard*

    I do hope you will recite this poem at The Ivy Bush on Friday!

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