Waste Not, Sweet Bernadette

Bernadette, sweet Bernadette, please come outside and play
The trees are turning yellow and red
The summer will soon go to bed
And everything alive and green
The oaks and elms and willows you've seen
Will all return to where they've been,
That state of being dead.
Oh, won't you come outside and play, sweet Bernadette, today?

I love that poem, it was so sweet, it reminded me of the old fashioned poems by cecilia Mary barker of the flower fairies, they were short and sweet as well, describing the surrounding and countryside and flowers in a cute old fashioned way. well done!

Such a lovely poem. It was really sweet, and though short, it was an enjoyable read. Just try adding more punctuation to let the poem flow well.

Well, that's all I have to say. Good job!

Keep writing