A blue norther is blowing through; <br />Pantry is full, and fireplace too. <br />Cattle and hay are snug in the barn; <br />Granddad is telling a whale of a yarn. The mail has not yet come, nor will it today. <br />But cards and catalogs will be O.K. <br />The sun will follow in a day or two, <br />with many more chores for all to do.<br /><br />Zane Blythe Dalton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wyoming-winter/
