Eyvind Riis Poems

We've carried wood and water, we've lit our Christmas tree.
The robins in our oat sheaves are feasting merrily.
Now let us take a rest; cuddle up, dear, to my lap.
And I will rock the cradle while your brother has his nap.
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The hillsides and the fields at home are covered
with snow this christmas as they use to be.
My christmas, though, is rolling through the darkness
towards me and approaching steadily.
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