‘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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.