As from my frozen window pane <br />I looked upon that winter's day, <br />The snow was drifting deep and crisp <br />And skies were darkest grey, <br />I did not wish to leave the warmth <br />Of home but knew I had to go, <br />And walk towards those factory gates <br />Through falling, falling snow. <br /> <br />I headed down those empty streets <br />Within the early morning light, <br />So hard each step I had to take <br />Through all life's bitter spite, <br />I longed to be back home again <br />As freezing winds did cruelly blow, <br />But headed to those factory gates <br />Through falling, falling snow. <br /> <br />I wondered where it all went wrong <br />Those thoughts remained within my mind, <br />As I did languish in the drifts <br />My eyes were almost blind, <br />I could not see the way before <br />And yet the way I seemed to know, <br />That led unto those factory gates <br />Through falling, falling snow. <br /> <br />And so towards that bleak estate <br />Past houses that I knew so well, <br />I thought that I would rather starve <br />Than face that day of hell, <br />I fought against my apathy <br />But soon my tears began to flow, <br />As then I saw those factory gates <br />Through falling, falling snow.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-falling-falling-snow/
