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
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