POEM STARTER

Using twelve stanzas, write a poem about each month of the year.

The Tale of Twelve Months

With a new year comes new dreams and desires

Though how many will put in the work that requires?

Because January will often hold

long snowy days of icy, bitter cold


We're on to month two, a month quite unique

With 28 days and a groundhog's opinion we seek

Also in February, love is in the air

It's kind of a big deal, so singles beware


In March, we remember Dr. Suess and the Ides

And March is when the snow subsides

According to the legends of old

Leprechauns will stop to leave coins of gold


The cold weather finally makes room

in April so that spring can bloom

Though April often subjects us to many showers

How else would we get those beautiful May flowers?


May celebrates Moms and those who have served

May we always keep their achievements preserved

School is still in, and yes that's a bummer,

But Memorial Day is the unofficial start of summer


The ice cream lines get long, the days even longer

With summer officially here, the sun gets much stronger

It's finally here, the end of school

Time to spend your days relaxing by the pool


In July we celebrate red, white, and blue

By setting off fireworks, what a spectacular view

You thought June was hot? Just wait for July

Temperatures reach an all time high


August signals the end of vacation

a final chance for summer exploration

The Sunday of summer often goes quick

One last festival or beach day, take your pick.


September is a fresh start in its own right

A new grade with old friends is such a delight

September also welcomes fall

As the leaves come down, you better break out your shawl


October is best know for spooky season

People love screams, so dress up and give them a reason

Of course there are things about October that are nice

They come in the from of pumpkin spice


In November, we gather to give thanks

with our loved ones, converging ranks

Afterwards, the holiday season truly begins

All of the decorations emerging from their bins


The holidays ramp up, festive, merry, and bright

Though the days are short and cold again, joy is at it's height

Alas, December is the end, another year come and gone

It's hard to believe a new year is soon to dawn

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