COMING OF WINTER

Coming o’er the hilly landscape,

Treading on the rocks and rivers,

Cutting down the fading flowers,

Comes the young and cruel Winter,

With his sword of ice all frozen

That has killed the scented valleys.

Down the hillside steep and lonely

All the birds are dumb and silent,

For the winter now has covered

Deep with snow the trees and hedges,

That were once so green and leafy,

Blooming in the sun of summer.

 

Arthur McCaughren Age 12

Tullygrawley School