Yesterday morning, when I was awakened <br /> By a terrible, rending and quaking, <br />I found the whole universe, covered with ice <br /> And the timber with, it's burden breaking. <br />Yes, old man winter had sallied forth <br /> And touched with his icy fingers, <br />Most everything that could be seen <br /> The chill in the air still lingers. <br /> <br />The trees in our orchard are bowed down <br /> Some with the weight, had succumbed, <br />Our telephone wires, looked as large as a rope <br /> And my flowers I really bemoaned. <br /> <br />But if I were an artist, I'd paint this scene <br /> The most glorious sight I ever remember, <br />From the white laden blanket of crystal ice <br /> To the glittering, shining timber. <br /> <br />I'd paint this picture, so beautiful, so real <br /> A masterpiece, and not a mere boast, <br />That my fame would be known the world over <br /> And heralded from coast to coast. <br /> <br />Alas! I am only a dreamer <br /> I cannot, natures beauties debase, <br />But on my life's screen, they are painted <br /> So plain that time cannot erase. <br /> <br />Every beautiful scene, a God given gift <br /> Rare treasures, that riches cannot give, <br />Every scene, in natures own setting <br /> I will treasure them as long as I live.<br /><br />Della Hodgson James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining-5/
