WHEN days are crisp and bright And flakes are downward hurled, O, to wake up in the light And find a white, white world! O, to look out all around On fence, and bush, and hill. And see the snow piled on the ground And on the window sill! It's hard to sit in school all day And work and study hard, 'Twould be such fun to go and play At soldiers in the yard. And build a fort just like the one The picture has with flag unfurled; The summer's good, but O, the fun To have a white, white world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |