Amy Darnbrook

As I walk through the park,
I see it is already growing dark.
And the usually cheerful lark,
On a great journey has embarked.

There is frost everywhere,
And the trees are all bare.
A nearby crow glares,
And hops off to its lair.

A robin chirps a cheerful song,
As the bells chime, 'Ding, dong! '.
Like the merry dinner gong,
The Winter seems so long.

But Christmas will come,
And there will be laughter and fun.
And when your toes are numb,
They will be warmed by fire and rum.