Now the snow is here at last,
Falling steady, thick and fast,
On the housetops, on the ground,
On the hedges bare and brown.
See it dancing like a fairy,
In the air so light and merry;
O’er the ground its cloak expands,
O’er the black and barren lands.
On the frozen, songless river;
On the trees that shake and quiver,
All the twigs are mantled white,
Covered deep, a pretty sight.
Bertie Robinson Age 12