WINTER

Now the sleety winds do blow

Bringing snow.

As it comes without a sound

To the ground.

Soon we’ll see it cover over

Every field where singing larks did hove

Above the clover.

See the hedges black and bare

In the air,

As they quiver to and fro

Through the snow,

As it comes so softly down

To the bare and naked frosty ground,

Falling all around.

 

Sammie Forgrave Age 11

Tullygrawley School