Month Poems

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Poems About the Months

1. The Days of the Month

   by Anonymous.

   

   Thirty days hath September,
   April, June, and November;
   February has twenty-eight alone.
   All the rest have thirty-one,
   Excepting leap-year—that's the time
   When February's days are twenty-nine.

2. Twelve Months in a Row

   by Annette Wynne

   Twelve months in a row,
   Use them well and let them go;
   Welcome them without a fear,
   Let them go without a tear—
   Twelve months in a year;
   Greet the passing miracle,
   Spring and summer beautiful,
   Autumn, winter, gliding on,
   Glorious seasons quickly gone—
   God's treasures in a row,
   Take them, love them, let them go!
   

3. The Garden Year

   by Sara Coleridge

   
   

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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,
   To stir the dancing daffodil.
   

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

   May brings flocks of pretty lambs
   Skipping by their fleecy dams.
   

   June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
   Fills the children's hands 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 pheasant;
   Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
   

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

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

4. A Little Calendar

   by Annette Wynne

   January's new,
   February's cold,
   March is puffing, blowing too,
   April's good as gold;
   May's a child of happy face.
   Laughter, love, and every grace;
   June dreams all the day;
   July's for liberty;
   August is too hot for play;
   September's glorious to see,
   October is a ruddy time,
   November winds are drear.
   December means Old Santa Claus
   Will soon be here!
   

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