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Let's start the morning with reading
Spring
Sometimes warm sometimes cold, sometimes rainy as I've told.
People planting, kids all playing but not too long to get cold.
Running round in the rain not all puddles are the same.
Imitating Indigos open purple pedals.
No one has worries not on no, no.
Green grass green trees all in one big family.
Winter Fun
Winter Wonderland
Igloo's in the snow
New snow falling
Tubing down hills
Everyone having
Reindeer racing to deliver presents.
My Fall Poem
Family and friends get together for Thanksgiving
Autumn leaves are different colors
Lots of fun jumping in leaves
Leftover turkey we eat many days
The Twelve Months
January comes with frost and snow,
February brings us winds that blow,
March has winds and happy hours,
April brings us sun and showers,
Pretty is the month of May,
June has flowers sweet and gay,
July begins our holiday,
August bears us all away,
September takes us back to school,
October days begin to cool,
November brings the leaves to earth,
December, Christmas with its mirth.
The Significance Of Failure
Robert H. Schuller
Failure doesn't mean you are a failure,
It does mean you haven't succeeded yet.
Failure doesn't mean you have accomplished nothing,
It does mean you have learned something.
Failure doesn't mean you have been a fool,
It does mean you had a lot of faith.
Failure doesn't mean you've been disgraced,
It does mean you were willing to try.
Failure doesn't mean you don't have it,
It does mean you have to do something in a different way.
Failure doesn't mean you are inferior,
It does mean you are not perfect.
Failure doesn't mean you've wasted your life,
It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.
Failure doesn't mean you should give up,
It doesn't mean you must try harder.
Failure doesn't mean you'll never make it,
It does mean it will take a little longer.
Failure doesn't mean God has abandoned you,
It does mean God has a better idea.
Sing A Season Song
Snow snow,
shiver and blow.
Icicle popsicles,
drip, drop and dropsicles.
High-balling,
low-balling,
everyone's snowballing
and it keeps going on snowing.
Snowflakes on snow cakes,
and pictures the frost makes
Fingers and toes freeze
and cold makes my nose sneeze.
Turn the heat on,
the winter is gone.
Frogs, trees
hum-bumble bees,
blossome and possums
and gossamer breeze.
Daffodils on the hills,
pillows of lawn.
First rabbit,
first robin,
first baby fawn.
Then springtime is gone.
Water, waves,
shimmering days.
Toes wiggle,
fish wriggle in a strange haze.
Run over, turn over.
Day shines at night.
Winking out,
blinking out,
firefly light
off-again-on.
Then summer is gone
Leaf.
Leaves drifting from trees
Capture
and keep them,
fling them
and heap them.
Pumpkins and gourds
and the clamor of herds.
Honking geese Vs
And the bare-bones of trees.
The very first freeze
making berry-red knees.
Late, later dawn.
Then autumn is gone.
Round we all go...
shiver and blow
and here, once again,
comes the snow.