February fill the dyke

First with black and then with white,

First with frost and then with snow,

Till no more the green will show.

Cover up the brambled lanes,

Cover all the roadway drains,

Then with solid iron lips

Come and freeze our finger-tips.

Make the little robin hold

A foot up in his feathery fold.

But no heed we take of this,

For Spring’s sunshine soon will kiss

The primrose’s velvet face

And the daisies’ snow-white lace.


Polly Alexander Age 13

Tullygrawley School

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