Here is the poem. The title is "Winter":
Was to be such a beautiful view,
but with Winter on the way,
It was a barren wasteland.
Up in a tree,
so far the eyes can see.
My eyes saw the many, many trees,
with their leaves all fallen.
The grass has turned yellow,
not even the slightest speck of green.
Sounds are not welcome,
because the quiet is so serene.
The old country gates keep in the cattle,
but with winter so cold,
they will creak open if you give them a rattle.
The cold is nippy and bitter,
but there is a reason.
It is Winter,
such a astounding season.
2007-12-30
08:31:57
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