SNOW

 

Now the snow is here at last,

Falling steady, thick and fast,

On the housetops, on the ground,

On the hedges bare and brown.

 

See it dancing like a fairy,

In the air so light and merry;

O’er the ground its cloak expands,

O’er the black and barren lands.

 

On the frozen, songless river;

On the trees that shake and quiver,

All the twigs are mantled white,

Covered deep, a pretty sight.

 

Bertie Robinson Age 12

Tullygrawley School