In the spring you may find me <br />sitting high up in a tree <br />searching for the new begining <br />as I hear the songbirds singing <br />fingers nibbling at the bark <br />as the moon begins her arc <br />beckoning the young and new <br />things in spring I like to do <br /> <br />Often in the height of summer <br />to the seacliffs I will wander <br />gazing out with wonderous eye <br />listening to the seabirds cry <br />sitting picking at the grass <br />as I watch the sun go past <br />sinking down behind the line <br />things I do in summertime <br /> <br />Autumn when I'm feeling clever <br />you may see me by the river <br />watching as she rushes past <br />hearing dippers gently splash <br />picking flowers from the path <br />as the stars start to amass <br />mirrored in the river flow <br />autumn things I like you know <br /> <br />As the winter comes in stalking <br />in the mountains I'll be walking <br />seeking peak and mountain stream <br />hearken to the eagles scream <br />catching flakes of falling snow <br />as Jack Frost begins to blow <br />wrapping seasonal dissenters <br />things I like to do in winter.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-i-like-to-do/
