Ah, this is Poetry Friday where you can read wonderful poem and comments by readers and authors. As the snow melts in Rochester, New York, and we all wait for spring, this is what I am thinking about from the book Waiting to See the Principal and Other Poems…
FOUR SEASONS?
Mommy says there are four seasons:
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Grandma says there are four seasons:
Spring
Summer
Fall
Winter
Daddy says there are two seasons:
Winter
and
Road Construction
What is Road Construction?
Author: Joe Sottile