Branch Come Home Year

August 9-19, 2007

Winter Morn In Branch

By: Elaine McGrath

 

Snow covered rooftops

A frosty window pane

Smoke rises from a chimney

That dwells in yonder lane

The sound of children

On the crunch of new fallen snow

Handcats, slides, and sharpened skates

Are made ready to let go

Some are dressed in homemade mitts

Tasselled caps, and fur line jeans

While others are not bundled

Bareheaded and open at the seams

A mothers voice is often heard

Be careful where you go

Don't go on the slob ice

Stay ashore on the hard bit of snow

Proud fathers can be seen

Bringing water from the well

Chopping wood and making splits

With yarns galore to tell

Older kin are sweeping snow

Away from their front door

As younger kin get ready

To visit the local store

While many gather at the mail

To gossip or to talk

About last night's frost and how it was

To cold to go for a walk

Each day as winter passes on

Branch people will do what they can

To welcome the snow, the wind, and the rain

And see it as God's plan

So never frown, on your little town

In the middle of a hard winter's storm

Think of the sunshine, the fog and the rain

And be proud of the place you were born

 

 

 

 

Written: September 2008