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Art by William E. Hardison
THE FOUR SEASONS
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You ask which season that I love best?
I'll answer with this reason:"no one's better than the rest"
for God so molded every year into four seasons be;
and anyone is just as dear as any other three.
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So, in the spring comes happy things, and time for all that grows;
and seeing birds on active wings, a gift that God bestows.
And Purple Martins come again with all their splendid soar,
coming from some far off land, just as years before.....
an gather in flocks upon their house with chirps of glee arriving;
no greater joy in me arouse as that of their surviving.
So spring is special every year when warm winds start to blow,
and nature's growth-afar and near, makes our goodwill flow.
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Now after spring, then summer brings vacation fun for all;
and gardens grow and overflow with vegetables grown tall.
And from my porch some summer eve' when all is quiet and still-
all my ills and woes take leave, when calls the whippoorwill.
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And nothing is more wonderful on any summer day,
than casting with my fishing pole in nearest lake or bay.
And also when it's very hot and sweat is pouring out;
dipping in my favorite spot- is ecstasy I shout!
It's just the thought of cooling off that makes the summer great,
no flu, no colds with tickle cough, or gaining any weight!
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Yes, I love the summer days- and yet, I look to fall;
for there too--are many ways that I can meet my call;
for Autumn is so beautiful when all the leaves start turning;
and all the signs of change are full that cold days are returning.
The trees with all their colors bright explode in red and gold;
a picture for an artist's sight of beauty to behold!
And when the leaves are falling down, brings out the neighbors all--
to rake them up from all around and relish in their fall.
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When days are brisk and nights are crisp with cool breezes blowing,
and with the rise of morning mist, reveals the pumpkins glowing.
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So now we enter wintertime, Thanksgiving and Christmas comes,
when people join in holiday chime and bond with loving ones.
and also at this special time, when yuletide season starts,
we all give thanks for all that's fine with love from all our hearts.
To enjoy our children on Christmas morn'......although a hectic pace;
while in their arms, gifts adorn- and pleasure spreads their face!
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Which season do I love best, you ask? "They're all the same to me,
in every one, each day I bask- 'cause all of them are free!"
So now I'll start another year, a fact so simple and plain,
just hold the trend I love so dear... then do it all over again!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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