WINTER SNOW

Winter, winter, snow cold and white,
Upon you the moon’s beam is bright.
You very rarely come at Christmas,
But when you come,
Clear the paths we must.

You find the sun too powerful,
But for you it’s never too cool.
When the sun appears, you hide,
And children wait twelve months, for a sledge ride.

A Russ 1974

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