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Makes the toes and fingers glow.



THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR

 

January brings the snow,

Makes the toes and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen ponds again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodils.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their flucy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Strawberries and gilly-flowers.

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 falling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and New-Year treat.

Sara Coleridge

THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR

 

January brings the snow,

Makes the toes and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen ponds again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodils.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fluey dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Strawberries and gilly-flowers.

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 falling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and New-Year treat.

Sara Coleridge

THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR

 

January brings the snow,

Makes the toes and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen ponds again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodils.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fluey dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Strawberries and gilly-flowers.

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 falling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and New-Year treat.

Sara Coleridge

 

THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR

 

January brings the snow,

Makes the toes and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen ponds again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodils.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fluey dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Strawberries and gilly-flowers.

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 falling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and New-Year treat.

Sara Coleridge

 

 

January brings the snow,

 

 

Makes the toes and fingers glow.

 

 

February brings the rain,

 

 

Thaws the frozen ponds again.

 

 

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

 

 

Stirs the dancing daffodils.

 

 

April brings the primrose sweet,

 

 

Scatters daisies at our feet.

 

 

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

 

Skipping by their flucy dams.

 

 

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

 

 

Fills the children's hands with posies.

 

 

Hot July brings cooling showers,

 



 

Strawberries and gilly-flowers.

 

 

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 falling fast.

 

 

Chill December brings the sleet,

 

 

Blazing fire and New-Year treat.

 


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