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