As from my frozen window pane
I looked upon that winter's day,
The snow was drifting deep and crisp
And skies were darkest grey,
I did not wish to leave the warmth
Of home but knew I had to go,
And walk towards those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.
I headed down those empty streets
Within the early morning light,
So hard each step I had to take
Through all life's bitter spite,
I longed to be back home again
As freezing winds did cruelly blow,
But headed to those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.
I wondered where it all went wrong
Those thoughts remained within my mind,
As I did languish in the drifts
My eyes were almost blind,
I could not see the way before
And yet the way I seemed to know,
That led unto those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.
And so towards that bleak estate
Past houses that I knew so well,
I thought that I would rather starve
Than face that day of hell,
I fought against my apathy
But soon my tears began to flow,
As then I saw those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.
Andrew, what a wonderfull write filled with so many different emotions, from your opening stanza, NO from the titile to your opening stanza, it held the reader captivie once again of your tremedous artisitic painting of the coldness and the wonderfull feeling of home... This is very very touching, my frined, but i love all you write.
Oh, WOW! ! ! This one is marvellous Andrew, I love the repeated endings on each verse and the storyline was great. I could picture it all reading your words. This one is going to my favourites. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent work, Andrew...Long time, yes? Hope all is well in your world, ole' poet buddy!