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Poem February 24, 1906 Issue

Pleasant View in Winter

GRACE WHITE.

On bush and tree and bare brown earth
The glistening snow the wind is heaping,
And far beyond the sloping hills
The lengthening shadows now are creeping.
From out the garden's frosty beds
No flower faces now are peeping.
Beneath its shining icy covers
The little pond is soundly sleeping.

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