EDITOR’S NOTE: Here’s Pioneer poet Virginia Carrell Prowell’s months-of-the-year calendar review.
By Virginia Carrell Prowell
Each of them is renowned for a special day.
Except for one who was neglected this way.
January is famous for her big celebration,
Bringing in the New Year for all the nations.
February has cupid to mark the day when love is in the air
Hundreds of Valentines and candy make a big flair.
Doubly blessed is March as Spring is ushered in
And Happy St. Patrick’s Day is an Irishman’s win.
April dances in with showers and beautiful flowers.
Easter’s blessings, sounds of bells in Church towers.
May Day, dance around a pole, make baskets of flowers,
And praise our Mothers on their special day of honors.
June, Summer begins along with her many celebrations,
Wedding Bells, Father’s Day, Flag Day and graduation
Marking the birth of our nation with a colorful flair
On July 4th, tremendous fireworks blast into the air.
Not special, not grand, nothing of extravagance,
Step Child August makes his unheralded appearance.
September marches in a Labor Day parade,
Autumn begins and the school bell calls each grade.
October twelve, we remember Christopher Columbus
And on the thirty-first, it’s Halloween and Hocus Pocus.
Our War Veterans are honored on November eleventh.
Thanksgiving is Thursday, not the first, but the fourth.
December brings Winter and the North winds blow
On the 25th Christmas decorations and lights aglow.
