VOL. XVII, NO. 5

By MARGIE MUNCY

It doesn't seem long ago,
When the sun was shining,
The air was warm.
Summer is here,
Summer is gone.

The leaves changing colors,
Falling to the ground.
Fall is here,
Fall is gone.

Soon the ground will be freezing,
The leaves and grass,
Covered with a blanket of snow.
Winter is here,
Winter is gone.

Snow is melting,
The grass growing green,
Spring is here,
Spring is gone.
Seasons pass by so quickly.