WINTER
When all the biting frosty days
Of winter time draw near,
The sun has lost its warmer rays,
And all is cold and drear.
Beneath the hedges starving birds
Will crouch benumbed and cold,
For warmth to them is better far
Than rich men’s piles of gold.
When all the trees are black and bare,
And they sway as the wind howls past,
They have lost the green they used to wear,
And they hiss as they weather the blast.
B. Herbison,
Tullygrawley School