School is coming to an end.

End of school around the bend.

The weather is getting a lot hotter.

In the pool or the ocean soaking up the water.

Or even at home sitting on your bed.

Planting a flower next to your steely shed.  

The summertime is lots of fun.

Be sure to enjoy it because summer is the number one.

Once there was a storm

Cold, frigid and wild

And in the midst it was born

To free all; at this task it smiled

“Foolish child, I shall rule,”

Called Winter, relishing the duel

“Cold was destined to reconcile,

This cold and harsh was foretold while”

“Summer be quenched in my freezing grasp,

While Autumn withers and fails to last.”

Winter laughed his maniacal laugh,

But it just smiled, and bloomed though the showers.

“You can’t live forever, you must make way,

For the calling of the seasons as they say:

Dear Winter, we beg of you,

Restore the season and reign bring new.”

The seasons watched as Winter stood,

Watched as him do magic he never could,

Shriveling the crops and flowers,

And sending infinite snow showers.

But then a melodious voice called,

“My dear children, I’m appalled,

Why are you squabbling over such simplicities?

A new year has come and gone, a new month has dawned.

Mother Earth watched and soothed,

Her rowdy children whose hearts had moved,

“March has passed and April has come,

Give Spring a shot, and don’t be so dumb.

Winter breathed a heavy sigh,

Summer saw Spring start to fly,

Autumn knew the time had arrived,

For Spring to rise, and Winter of power to be deprived.

Spring had finally arrived at last,

The blooming spell upon the world cast.

Birds sing choruses of melody,

Flowers blooming, birds chirping, the choir of canaries, the cacophony of cardinals, the symphony of sparrows, the harmony of hornbills, and the goddess of just right. Gathering, sitting, meeting, and discussing. The goddess was pondering. She wanted the seasons to have names. She picked the one she liked most and she called it… well she needed to decide. She looked around at the season. She had always thought it funny how a cycle of the year was named after what she cooked her steak with. She thought of her older sister. Her name was Sumerel. She had named her selected season summer based off of her name. The goddess of just right wasn’t going to name her season right. She thought back to the steak, cooking it, outside. The bunnies gathering ‘round the fire. She thought of their jumps. The goddess of just right named her season winter.THE END ( Just kidding, she named it spring.) 

It was a usual winter day and a little froglet was building a snowman. She had added a corn cob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. She couldn't find any sticks for arms so she searched and searched until she found two little sticks under a bush. She picked them up and walked toward her snowman, and put them on. “Perfect!” She thought, “Now all I need is a scarf to finish the snowman.”  

So, she rushed into her frog hut to find a scarf in her closet. She looked on the hangers, but it wasn’t there. She looked on her shelf, but it wasn’t there. She even looked in her hamper but there was no luck. So, the froglet tried a new solution; in her drawers. The little froglet had gone to check if she had a scarf in her drawers. She looked in her drawer and found a colorful rainbow scarf sitting in the corner of the drawer. 

The little froglet picked up the scarf and went back outside. She went outside to see crows pecking at her snowman. “Hey!” she yelled. “Stop hurting my snowman!” She ran at the birds and they flew away, leaving the snowman demolished. The little froglet tried to fix her snowman, but when she did, it looked alot worse then when she started.

By Burds  

Spring is approaching, fast and steady

As the groundhog prepares for his choice

And when he finally decides he’s ready

A shadow is seen as the people rejoice

Hearts and flowers litter the street

Cards and hugs are exchanged

Candies are given, oh so sweet

And weddings are arranged

28 days one year

And 29 the next

The month of February is now here

And now it can’t be put to rest

Winter weather has been upon us

Snow and ice with sleet and hail

Slippery sidewalks and frozen feet

Now the ice begins to melt

We can get out our shorts and no more belts

As shorts are small and pants are tall

No more hot chocolate but loads of lemonade

As the cold weather begins to fade 

No more heater and no more cold

Not for a while you will say… It snowed

By. Eggbert Shortham

Laughing lucky leprechauns

Sniffing all the flowers

Shamrocks all in sight

It’s March 

It’s a lucky day

It’s St. Patties day today

Leprechauns evading all the traps

Will you catch them

They say you won’t

Remember that

If you like leprechauns

Then you will see

St. Patties day is for you and me

By Eggbert Shortham

By: Crazy Cat Person

Spring is near,

but do not fear.

Showers scour the Earth,

and flowers bloom in birth

 There the sun is bright and calm,

 sitting in the sky, embracing dawn.

 Its bright light flows through a meadow,

 It’s the pharaoh of the land.

 The flowers grow and grow,

 ‘cause they know spring’s full of pros.

They are quite the bloomers,

and they spread some good spring rumors.

Newspaper club, it's good, it's great nothing about it is to hate. It's fun,

 when you're done, you stare out the window, into the great big burning ball of gas and flame,

 always the same, the great ol sun.