‘The Seasons Go a’Marching By’ by Fergus O’Cleary The Society December 24, 2012 Poetry The seasons go a’marching by In all their different ways. I never do appreciate The way they change my days. The Spring goes dancing by this year With life and beauty grand. But off she goes away from me To other spacious lands. The Summer came with pomp this year With heat and rain to spare. I wish he wouldn’t stay so long, But he doesn’t really care. The Autumn came at last this year With beauty in her wake. She gives her beauty willingly. I—marveling—do take. The Winter slowly came this year With coldness in his heart. The wind blows high, and snow does fall That drives away the lark. The season’s pass this way each year, Yet somehow we don’t care. We go to work, and notice none Of what they freely share. Fergus O’Cleary, a student and aspiring musician, living in the United States. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Saint Agnes’ by Bruce Wren This evening of your festive day I pray _Oh Agnes, little model of the pure, _Oh girl with smiling eyes, and faith so sure: They won for ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.