FOUR SEASONS written by James Stirrat:

FOUR SEASONS.

I shall recall the days of spring,
When the daffodil’s danced, and the birds did sing,
And the sun shone down on rivers and streams,
Like a wishing well of a thousand dreams,
A picturesque view with hills all around,
A secluded spot with barely a sound,
And the softness of a week old lamb,
Like the clouds that float in the sky so calm

I shall recall the summer days,
And the thoughts of love, that the rose displays,
From the early dawn of the sun so bright,
To evenings in the soft moonlight,
From a sandy beach on which to stroll,
To a farmyard with a new born foal,
The thoughts of summer, which I collect,
In later life I shall reflect

The colours of the autumn shades,
Remain so vivid and slowly fades,
The hills they turn from green to gold,
While the evening air turns slightly cold,
With creatures all prepared and waiting,
With their stocks of food for hibernating,
The leaves float down by the rivers bend,
Each one a life that’s at an end

The winter mornings cold and dark,
Empty swings and benches in the park,
An icy walkway with trees all bare,
Yet a magical feeling in the air,
Each snowflake falls like a happy tear,
For the worlds survived another year,
And the thoughts of what the next will bring,
As we return to another spring

                                                                  JAMES STIRRAT