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                                          Winter`s Slumber

                       When the ground is draped with thick snow
                               As white as a new bridal gown,
                               When rivers frozen hardly flow
                           And frosts make their bed on the lawn,
 
                    When snow storms splash with shrilling sounds
                                Driving even the braver ones
                             To seek shelter in the surrounds
                            Or to yearn for shine of the sun,

                       When birds quit their nests for warm seas
                                In search of a temperate lee,
                                Food for their daily survival
                             And comfort for young arrivals,

                     When trees stripped of their coloured leaves
                          Display snow flakes on their branches
                              Quivering under the cold breeze
                               As in a foregone western ranch,

                           When tulips twist and curl with cold 
                                  Vying in despair at daisies
                             Grown old in their shivering fold
                            And deprived of their true frenzy,

                   When house`s roof capped with white snow
                        Hurls a ghastly moan down the heart,
                     When crisp winds from the cold north flow
                          And temper even one who`s smart,

                             When temperature rolls below 
                          Freezing point and driving in snow
                             Beckons bitter signs of danger
                               I feel like tasting a slumber,

                             A slumber beneath hot cover
                          With the air warmed by a heater
                            Lulling the drowsy eyes to rest
                               And the body at its behest;

                             When the body is in slumber
                            The mind is just ever awake,
                             Even in the midst of winter 
                     And drills where it is called at stake;

                           When the body is in slumber
                               The spirit is ever alive
                   And waits not for spring or summer
                      To guide travellers in their drive.
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