. Poems of life in the country. NCE WINTER How the wind whistles and rattles the blindsWhile the rain and sleet strike the window panes, And the Storm-King marshals his hosts and hndsEvery place where a hole or crevice remains. The snow sifts in when the gusts fly drifts whirl over the garden wall. The storms of winter are here at lastDraping the sky with a leaden pall. The back-log lies in the wide the burning embers search its heart, While the glowing fire creeps on its sinews of oak apart. Let the storm go on, we defy the cold, We are cosy and warm in th
. Poems of life in the country. NCE WINTER How the wind whistles and rattles the blindsWhile the rain and sleet strike the window panes, And the Storm-King marshals his hosts and hndsEvery place where a hole or crevice remains. The snow sifts in when the gusts fly drifts whirl over the garden wall. The storms of winter are here at lastDraping the sky with a leaden pall. The back-log lies in the wide the burning embers search its heart, While the glowing fire creeps on its sinews of oak apart. Let the storm go on, we defy the cold, We are cosy and warm in the lamp-lit room, While the apples roast in the ashes oldAnd the walnuts crack to meet their doom We gather around the fireside nowAnd talk of the days in the long ago, Of the glorious times we had and how We would race our steeds over ice and snow. Let the winter come, there are joys it bringsTo the boys and girls, to the young and old: Every snow-clad hill in the moonlight sings Of the mansions fair and the streets of gold. 12. How the wind whistles and rattles the by W. Mizunuma. In Oregon POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE ON THE OLD FARM Far away on the dear old farmIs a home with a lasting charm. Old and gray;Its roof with moss is coveredWhere the waving branches hovered Many a day. How often has the dawningOf a beautiful June morning, Long ago,At my window blushed while tellingOf the roses sweetly smelling, Just below. The beauti, like a Nature, sweet, caressing, Filled the air;The woods and fields were glorious,And summer reigned victorious Everywhere. In meadows sweet with , happy children playing, Wandered free;The birds sang gaily oer usWhile we would join the chorus. Full of glee. The round-eyed daisies, spying The blue where clouds were flying, • Seemed to say:Though sweet at times lifes yonder lies its glory, Far away. 14 ii!i zBm j^i-*- The round-eyed daisies, spying. Photo by Phil M. Riley POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Beside t
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