A Child's Calendar
Lackluster poems for every month.
It's not badly written. The poetry is well-metered and rhymed. It's just twelve poems, one for each month, kind of how a child would see it, I guess. It's a little bit dated, being written in the 1960s. There's a few gender stereotypes, like "The blushing, girlish/World unfolds". I'm not sure what's "girlish" about nature. Later, "And Daddy may/Get out his hoe/To plant tomatoes/In a row,/And, afterwards,/May lazily/Look at some baseball/On TV."
It's pretty stereotypical. Very American, with the Fourth of July, baseball, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and the obsession with Christmas in December. There's not really much to it, with no storyline or message.