Poems of Ernestine Northover
|582.||Within The Waves||8/5/2009|
|583.||Works Of Art||8/2/2006|
|586.||'Yes or No'||10/17/2006|
|587.||You And Me||10/29/2005|
|588.||You Know Your Fault||1/2/2006|
|589.||You May Believe||1/19/2008|
Snow, falling thick and white, along the village street,
People struggling through the drifts, their shopping to complete,
Kids dragging sledges, excitement fills their minds,
Rolling a giant snowball, great, cos this is snow that binds.
Trees looking decorated up, with icicles that glint,
Branches weighed down with snow, which holds a golden tint,
That bright red sun that's setting, way out towards the west,
A wonderful rich vision, ordered at our Lord's behest.