Monday, December 31, 2007
Months of the Year Poem
With a new year just hours away, I thought I'd share this fun little poem written by Sara Coleridge. Your kids are sure to enjoy these light and fun lines about the months of the year.
Why not make an assignment using this poem, adding your child's own illustrations for each month?
One thing I'm a bit confused about... I found two versions of the same poem both said to be written by Sara Coleridge, so not sure what that's about, but I'll share them both! I think I prefer the first.
The Months
January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain;
Thaws the frozen pond again.
March brings the wind so cold and chill;
Drives the cattle from the hill.
April brings us sun and showers,
And the pretty wildwood flowers.
May brings grass and leafy trees,
Waving in each gentle breeze.
June brings roses, fresh and fair,
And the cherries ripe and rare.
July brings the greatest heat,
Cloudless skies and dusty street.
August brings the golden grain;
Harvest time is here again.
Mild September brings us more
Fruit and grain, for winter store.
Brown October brings the last
Of ripening gifts, from summer past.
Dull November brings the blast:
Down from the trees the leaves fall fast.
Cold December ends the rhyme
With blazing fires and Christmas time.
Sara Coleridge
The Months
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gilly flowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
Sara Coleridge
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3 comments:
So glad you've found this poem: it's one of my favourites! The second version is closest to the original version published by Sara Coleridge in her book Pretty Lessons in Verse. I don't know where the first version comes from but, given what's changed, I guess it's one of those 20th century rewrites done so child-readers don't get confused with potentially unfamiliar words.
If you're interested, you can find the rest of the original book here:
http://tinyurl.com/29eyw9
And, if you're feeling really industrious and are near a good library, you can a bit more about the history of Pretty Lessons - and Sara Coleridge herself - in my book:
http://tinyurl.com/gqf8u
Kind regards
Dennis
Thanks so much Dennis for this information!
Appreciate that you took the time to share this with us. ;)
Wendy
I want to borrow this poem. This poem is an amazing poem, one of the most exciting poem I have ever read.
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