Battlefield, 1916 . of color. Frost is in the air; the little brown chipmunks scamper. Gathering hickory-nuts to store away for the winter. Gone are the birds farther southward, for shelter from storm and from tempest. Winter has come in the grove, and the leaves from the branches have fallen, Leaving them barren and bleak, as wildly they toss in the wind storm. Then the snow, falling gently, covers the earth like a blanket. Changing trees and bushes into forms most fantastic. Stiffly the ice-laden twigs rattle like skeleton lingers, And, when the sun shines upon them sparkle like myriads of d
Battlefield, 1916 . of color. Frost is in the air; the little brown chipmunks scamper. Gathering hickory-nuts to store away for the winter. Gone are the birds farther southward, for shelter from storm and from tempest. Winter has come in the grove, and the leaves from the branches have fallen, Leaving them barren and bleak, as wildly they toss in the wind storm. Then the snow, falling gently, covers the earth like a blanket. Changing trees and bushes into forms most fantastic. Stiffly the ice-laden twigs rattle like skeleton lingers, And, when the sun shines upon them sparkle like myriads of diamonds. Thus stands the grove through the seasons, the pride and the jov of the hillside. Weathering every storm as bravely and true as the soldier Who, in days that are gone, weathered the storm of the battle. Growing year by year stronger, greater, and nobler. Ever a place of rest, where our spirits seek inspiration And, in the quiet of the forest, a closer communion with Nature. jNIargaret Irvine White. INlOVlMi. OF
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