A WINTER EVENING

 On clouded bogs lies thick the dew;
The snipe doth call but geese are few;
Clear crystals drop from lifeless trees;
Some keep indoors on nights like these.
The farmer as he comes from town
Is clad in a silver misty gown;
He’s been in his cart from dawn till dark,
And mist and frost have left their mark.

 Sammie Strange
Tullygrawley School