 
A
Calendar
Written by Sara Coleridge
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January
brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
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March
brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
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May
brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
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Hot
July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and lillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
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Warm
September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
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Dull
November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
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