HARBISON, TOMMY WINTER DAYS

WINTER DAYS

Now the winter days have come,

And the blackbird’s call is dumb.

Up the steep hill’s sodden brown

The weary horses pull the plough.

And the little robin comes

In the morning for its crumbs.

Then a little song it sings,

And all the air with gladness rings.

Tommy Harbison

Tullygrawley School

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