Summer goes by and is sad to do so,
One by one all the leaves go,
Pumpkins guard the wreathed doors,
While inside there’s platters of mashed potatoes
The homes are lined with mistletoe,
The people stop and stare at the snow,
Blizzards come and the wind blows,
While with sparkling lights, everything glows
Red roses carpet meadows,
Raindrops patter on windows,
Little babies play with their toes,
While lions battle with their foes.
Satabhisha Sarkar is a fifth grader in South Carolina.