POEM ABOUT WINTER OR DECEMBER

December

by Joseph D. Herron

Child of the grand old winter,

December floateth by;

And the ground without is bare and white

As the moon in the cloudless sky.

The wind blows cold and dreary,

Across the whitened plain;

And we see the oaks with their branches bare,

Through the frost on the window pane.

But within where the yule-log's burning,

Each heart is happy and gay;

For the loving Prince of earth and Heaven,

Was born on Christmas day.

Then hail! grand old December,

We welcome you once more!

For the memory sweet of a night you bring,

That came in the days of yore.

Explanation:

As the sky turns grey

and the birds fly south

Flakes fall down from the sky

Close your eyes and listen

Feel the the winter coming

When winter arrives

hear the laughs of children

Hear the cracks of ice

Feel the cold touch your skin

Your cheeks go bright red

Hands as cold as ice

But such a wonderful sight

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