Winter '47
Snow banked high against the gate
Walking to school,never late
Milk left solid on the cill
Ears well muffled,against the chill
Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit
Fire grates, so rarely lit.
Nights of cold,run into weeks
'Til grass through iron soil,peeked.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
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