When the Birds Come

by Helena Felicity Boyd aged 7

When the birds come in summer
then it will be time.
My lettuces in the garden will be ready.

I had missed the animals but I won’t miss Winter (it does not snow here).

Winter goes, Spring comes.
I like Spring because that is when I wrote this poem.
Spring goes, the summer comes and it goes.
Then the autumn comes.

I can’t wait for Autumn
‘Cause on Friday it is my birthday.

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