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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