Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Poems

Poems.

They are wonderful things, used to express certain emotions and feelings.
They are written by people with wild imaginations.
 Here's a poem:


Months

       January cold and desolate;
       February dripping wet;
       March wind ranges;
       April changes;
       Birds sing in tune
       To flowers of May,
       And sunny June
       Brings longest day;
       In scorched July
       The storm-clouds fly,
       Lightning-torn;
       August bears corn,
       September fruit;
       In rough October
       Earth must disrobe her;
       Stars fall and shoot
       In keen November;
       And night is long
       And cold is strong
       In bleak December.


                  by Christina Rossetti




Poems are wonderful.

Bye,
Ria

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