As winter comes to an end, the spring months appear. Long gone is fall far away from here. As the months go by, I can still smell the fresh scent of sweet pecan pie.
On its way are the summer months bringing smiles upon faces. The chlorine and bleach in the pools await. Some fresh water lakes are not just for snakes.
Here is the greatest months of all and their filled by something called fall. Thanksgiving is now here with colors of awe red, orange, maroon, and yellow, the greatest gifts of it all.
Months go by. The cold winds of winter blow against my rosy red cheeks. I keep wondering what are we going to eat.
Months have passed and now it's a new year. May we go our separate ways to do this all again later this year.
