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Seasons Change

Poetry By: Tango

Here in New Zealand winter will shortly begin.

Submitted:Mar 24, 2007    Reads: 87    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Seasons Change

As the days grow short,
and the nights draw in.
The signs are there,
winter is about to begin.
Leaves on the trees,
turn yellow then brown.
Soon there is a carpet of them,
on the ground.
Sheep are growing,
their thick woolen coats.
Farmers are busy harvesting,
corn, wheat, and oats.
Hay is baled,
and stowed in the shed.
Ready and waiting,
for when the sheep,
and cattle need to be fed.
Trees are falling,
to the axemens blows.
As firewood is gathered,
before it snows.
The summer has been,
but now it's gone.
Autumn is here,
and it will be winter,
before very long



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