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THE TWELVE MONTHS

By Christina Rossetti

January with cold is set,

February is chill and wet.

March wind often rages.

In April weather changes.

Pretty flowers come in May,

Sunny June brings longest day.

In hot July the skies are clear.

Then August with corn is here.

For fruit September opens the way,

October sweeps the leaves away.

Next enters gray November,

And, lastly, snowy December.

THE MONTHS

By R L. Stevenson

Thirty days has September.

April, June and November;

February has twenty-eight alone.

And the test have thirty-one,

Excepting leap-year, that's the time.

When February days are twenty-nine.

THE SNOW-FALL

By F.D. Sherman

In January we are happy

To see the snow-fail

But the poor little birds

Are not happy at all!

SNOW-FLAKES

(A song)

By Susan and Anita Weinberger

Snow-flakes fall on trees and walk.

Snow-flakes fall as white as chalk.

Snow-flakes fail into my hand.

Snow-flakes brighten up our land!

FEBRUARY

By Ivy Russell

Grey is the sky

And the wind is chill;

Icicles hang

From the window-sill.

Gone is the swing

From the tree bough,

Nobody plays

In the garden now.

Only the robin,

With breast of red,

Sits and waits

For his crumbs of bread.

MARCH WIND

By Eunice Close

March wind goes out to play.

He will have such fun today!

When the boys and girls come out.

He blows their caps and hats about.

MARCH

By Eileen B. Edge

Hark! March is waking

Nature from her dreams,

And the ice is breaking

On the frozen streams.

APRIL

By Eve Merriam

Green blades of grass,

Yellow crocus shoots.

Go deep, dark roots.

Grow high, bright flowers.

Good-bye, snow boots!

SPRING RAIN

(A song)

Rain, rain, rain, April rain,

You are feeding seed and grain,

You are raising plants and crops

With your gaily sparkling drops.

In the sun glitter bright.

Patter gently through the night.

On the branches buds will grow

With your soft caressing flow.

In the woods violets blue,

Newly blown, will smile at you,

And we boys and girls will run

Through your showers in the sun.

THE TWO SWEET MONTHS

By Robert Herrick

First, April, with its showers

Opens the way for early flowers;

Then after it comes smiling May,

In a more sweet and rich array"

MAY IS HERE

By Ellen Troup

When the skies are blue and clear,

You will know that May is here.

And it leaves at every place

A flower with a beautiful face.

LOVELY MAY

By F. G. Sanders

Far up in the deep blue sky.

Great white clouds are floating by;

All the world is dressed in green,

Many happy birds are seen;

Flowers bright and sunshine dear

Show that lovely May is here.

HE DAYS ARE CLEAR

By Christina Rossetti

The days are clear,

Day after day.

When April’s here,

That leads to May,

And June Must follow soon:

Stay, June, stay! —

If only we could stop the moon

And June!

HAY MAKING IN JUNE

By Irene Boyd

Hey! Hay making in June!

Hay making, hay making,

Work is great fun!

We’re turning and raking

The hay in the sun.

Hey! Hay making in June!

FLOWERY MONTHS

By Sara Coleridgе

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children’s hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers.

Pinks and many other flowers.

OCTOBER IS A LOVELY MONTH

By Marlin Panzer

October is a lovely month,

My sisters and my brothers;

October is a lovely month —

And so are all the others!

SEPTEMBER

By Mary Howitt

There are twelve months in the year

From January to December —

And the best month of all the twelve.

Is the merry month of September.

OCTOBER

By Ellen Troup

The maple-tree has turned to red,

The poplar leaves are gold.

The sky is sunny over head.

The wind is getting cold!

The robins all have gone away.

The grass is dry and brown.

Chrysanthemums are bright and gay.

October's come to town!

FOG IN NOVEMBER

By Leonard Clark

Fog in November, trees have no heads.

On trees and houses fog spreads;

I cannot see my hand before my face

; The world becomes a foreign place;

My body does not seem to be my own.

People are strangers, houses unknown.

THE MONTH OF AUGUST

By Alice Very

The month of August

Is the month of fruit;

But remember, children,

My fruit is not so good.

Please, remember,

To wait for September.

DECEMBER

By Margaret Wise Brovin

December comes with white snow

And cold winds begin to blow;

From the cold and starlit sky

Merry snow-flakes fly and fly;

They fall softly in the night

All are still, all are white.

THE BEST OF ALL

By Alice Very

December is the best of all.

Snow-flakes dance, snow-flakes fall.

People see the New Year in —

When December ends, it will begin.

THIS WARM SEPTEMBER DAY

By Malcolm Hemphrey

Orchards are apple scented.

Mists across the meadow lie,

The sun is soft and golden,

In the blue and kindly sky.

Asters, pinks and roses

Make the gardens gay.

Loveliness is everywhere

This warm September day!

GOLDEN MONTH

By Marion Doyle

Golden in the tree tops.

Golden in the sky;

Golden, golden, golden

October’s passing by.

Golden, golden, golden

October’s passing by.