English poems. Spring Cleaning 17 мар
March bustles in on windy feet And sweeps my doorstep and my street. She washes and cleans with pounding rains, Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
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March bustles in on windy feet And sweeps my doorstep and my street. She washes and cleans with pounding rains, Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
Thirty days hath September, April, June and November, February has twenty-eight alone. All the rest have thirty-one,
I love May's first storms: chuckling, sporting spring grumbles in mock anger; young thunder claps,
From its blue vase the rose of evening drops; Upon the streams its petals float away. The hills all blue with distance hide their tops In the dim silence falling on the grey.
January Now is here A fine new start For a whole new year.
Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, "Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play."
Get out of bed and take your sled This cold and frosty day. The sun is bright, the snow is right For outdoor winter day.
Slide, slide, the ice is strong. Quickly, quickly slide along! Slide along and don’t be slow, In the cold your face will glow!
So softy came the snowflakes down That no one heard in all the town. And right-side up they landed too, As parachuting elves would do.
In my head I hear a humming: Summer, summer summer's coming. Soon we're going on vacation But there is a complication: Day by day the problem's growing- We don't know yet where we're going!
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