IN the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now -- Oh! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs to eat Were as good as apples now, And every bit as sweet! In the jolly winters Of the dead-and-gone, Bub was warm as summer, With his red mitts on, -- Just in his little waist- And-pants all together, Who ever heard him growl About cold weather? In the jolly winters Of the long-ago -- Was it @3half@1 so cold as now? Oh! No! No! Who caught his death o' cold, Making prints of men Flat-backed in snow that now's Twice as cold again? In the jolly winters Of the dead-and-gone, Startin' out rabbit-huntin' Early as the dawn, -- Who ever froze his fingers, Ears, heels, or toes, -- Or'd 'a' cared if he had? Nobody knows! Nights by the kitchen stove, Shellin' white and red Corn in the skillet, and Sleepin' four abed! Ah! the jolly winters Of the long-ago! We were not as old as now -- Oh! No! No! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |