My season poems

Summer Spring 

I love to hear the birds sing 

like a mighty air king.

Winter Fall 
2 seasons I don’t like at all 
and when they come I feel so small.
Snow Snow 
you always have to plow 
and I don’t know. 

This is my season poem. I don’t have many because I couldn’t think of anymore. 

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