Yes, as my title states Mom is making me post poetry. Yippee! NOT! Anyway. Here I go. Oh by the way I wrote abut seasons.Spring
Spring is the burst of life after the dead of winter
It is the sounds the newly living bugs
The touch of sports crap after being put away for winter
The awesomeness of new garden veggies
The fresh sent of a new beginning!
Summer
Summer is the wave of green that hits you in the face when you walk out your door.
Summer is the sound of Cicadas chirping
Summer is the touch that you feel when ever you touch a leaf
Watermelon makes me think of summer
Summer smells like a steak that sizzles on a grill.
Fall is a multi-color relief from the green that was the scene for 6 months
Boom! The sound of a deer heading for my freezer
The itchy touch of hay from your ride
Comfort food going down your throat
The whir that is pencils being sharpened for school that has just begun.
Winter sucks
Winter is depressing
Winter is cold and gloomy
Winter is the wost
Winter is horrible
Except for Christmas
Christmas rocks.
I think I like the fall one the best! Or maybe that is just because I love fall!
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