"SUMMER," said the humming Bee, "Summer is the time for me! Richest fields of luscious clover, Honey-cups all brimming over, Not a cloud the long day through! I like Summer best—don't you?" Said the dainty Primrose sweet: "Summer is the time of heat. In the Spring when birds are calling And the crystal rain is falling All the world is cool and new! I like Springtime best—don't you?" Said the Apple: "Not at all, There's no season like the Fall! Golden skies thro' soft mist glowing Where the golden-rod is growing, Reaping done and harvest through— I like Autumn best—don't you?" Said the Holly: "It is clear Of all seasons of the year Winter is the best and dearest, Winds are stillest, skies are clearest— Snowballs, sleighrides, Christmas—whew! I like Winter best—@3don't you?"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |