Months of the Year: A Poem by Austen

Austen wrote this at school for fun last week.  Just because, and he received no help.  I’m pretty proud of it.

January is when winter comes.
February, oh yes!  Here come love!
March is a lucky day.
April is when you play in the rain.
May is when flowers shoot out.
June is when you dance all about.
July is when fireworks boom!
August is when fruits start to  bloom.
September is when school days start.
October is when you get candy and sweet-tarts.
November is when you get turkey.
December is when we open presents, you and me.

The End.

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