Silently the snowflakes fall <br />Turning everything so bright, <br />The fields the hills and all around <br />All carpeted in white. <br /> <br />Everything shrouded in winter whiteness <br />For as far as the eye can see. <br />Apart from robin redbreast <br />In the branches of an old yew tree. <br /> <br />Along by the hedgerow are the footprints of animals <br />Leaving signs of where they have been, <br />Icicals hang like crystals from an iron gate <br />Typifies the winter scene. <br /> <br />I walk across a frozen field <br />That is draped in a pure white sheet, <br />And ol' jack frost creeps into my boots <br />Then nibbles away at my feet.<br /><br />GORDON BUTCHERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-winter-2/
