DECEMBER

I love to see the snow that whirls,

And covers all the ground;

I love to see it twirl and sift,

And hasten into mounds.

I love to see that sheeted world,

With snow so fair and white.

I love to see its velvet skin,

That is so soft and light.

I love to see the tired smoke

Curl zig-zag through the snow;

I love to see it twist and twine,

As snow-storms harshly blow.

Sammie Forgrave Age 11

Tullygrawley School