Year 10 Poetry Challenge
Spring
She comes drifting down,
In her cloak of breezes and rains,
For the beginning of her reign,
Life and love she brings,
Rebirth after death,
She brings peace and kindness,
And with her soft rains,
Pretty things appear,
Rejoicing in her reign,
She fights away winters shadows,
Till her last breath,
Saving the land,
From winters cold death,
Summer is approaching,
Her reign is at an end,
So away she quickly flees,
To the place summer has left,
She slowly staggers south
Summer
He comes tumbling down,
In his cloak of sun and heat
For the beginning of his reign
Sun and shade he brings,
The birds no longer sing,
The pretty things fall and die,
All but the evergreens,
Which he constantly raging war on,
He doesn’t like pretty things
His reign is harsh and cruel,
But lenient as well,
His shade provides refuge,
His hot rains fill wells.
But now his reign is over,
Autumn is approaching fast,
So off he flees to the place,
That autumn has just left.
He slowly staggers south.
Autumn
He comes falling down,
In his cloak of orange and red,
For the beginning of his reign,
He is winters herald,
The calm before the storm,
He decorates the place for her,
With leaves of red and brown,
There blanket covering the land,
Like a beautiful gown,
The children play in the piles,
That the adults sweep up,
They do get annoyed,
But winter will toughen them up.
He is winters betrothed,
The only of his kind,
For all the other monarchs,
Guard their own time,
As winters come he bows,
Leaving gracefully,
But not before beautiful winter,
Covers his present of leaves
He gracefully galivants south,
Winter,
She comes floating down,
In her cloak of snow and mist,
For the beginning of her reign,
All that Autumn set up for her,
Is washed away by her rains,
Her reign brings shadows and death,
But some love her reign,
Like the little children,
who play in her frozen rains,
They build little snowmen,
With buttons and a carrot nose,
Winter keeps them from melting,
Just like the snowballs thrown
She covers the land in a blanket,
Of white and freezing cold,
But just like all the others,
She is growing old,
The fumes that we create,
Are weakening them all,
And if we don’t stop soon,
The four seasons will fall,
Winters tears fall like rain,
For the world they’ve lost,
For they cannot save it,
No matter what the cost.
Spring
She comes drifting down,
In her cloak of breezes and rains,
For the beginning of her reign,
Life and love she brings,
Rebirth after death,
She brings peace and kindness,
And with her soft rains,
Pretty things appear,
Rejoicing in her reign,
She fights away winters shadows,
Till her last breath,
Saving the land,
From winters cold death,
Summer is approaching,
Her reign is at an end,
So away she quickly flees,
To the place summer has left,
She slowly staggers south
Summer
He comes tumbling down,
In his cloak of sun and heat
For the beginning of his reign
Sun and shade he brings,
The birds no longer sing,
The pretty things fall and die,
All but the evergreens,
Which he constantly raging war on,
He doesn’t like pretty things
His reign is harsh and cruel,
But lenient as well,
His shade provides refuge,
His hot rains fill wells.
But now his reign is over,
Autumn is approaching fast,
So off he flees to the place,
That autumn has just left.
He slowly staggers south.
Autumn
He comes falling down,
In his cloak of orange and red,
For the beginning of his reign,
He is winters herald,
The calm before the storm,
He decorates the place for her,
With leaves of red and brown,
There blanket covering the land,
Like a beautiful gown,
The children play in the piles,
That the adults sweep up,
They do get annoyed,
But winter will toughen them up.
He is winters betrothed,
The only of his kind,
For all the other monarchs,
Guard their own time,
As winters come he bows,
Leaving gracefully,
But not before beautiful winter,
Covers his present of leaves
He gracefully galivants south,
Winter,
She comes floating down,
In her cloak of snow and mist,
For the beginning of her reign,
All that Autumn set up for her,
Is washed away by her rains,
Her reign brings shadows and death,
But some love her reign,
Like the little children,
who play in her frozen rains,
They build little snowmen,
With buttons and a carrot nose,
Winter keeps them from melting,
Just like the snowballs thrown
She covers the land in a blanket,
Of white and freezing cold,
But just like all the others,
She is growing old,
The fumes that we create,
Are weakening them all,
And if we don’t stop soon,
The four seasons will fall,
Winters tears fall like rain,
For the world they’ve lost,
For they cannot save it,
No matter what the cost.