Water
still shinin’ upon the ol’ crick,
Ground still bare as in early fall;
Not
a thing doin’ when school is out,
Skates still hung on the ol’ shed wall.
Slowest
old season ‘at ever was seen,
No snow to track rabbits, O, my!
Sled
still in the attic hung to a beam,
Nothin’ to do fur a feller but die.
Dec.
6, ‘09
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