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WINTER CALLS




A chilling wind and threatening sky



Both make the daylight hours fly



Swirling leaves that dance and play



Upon the grass this Autumn day



A nippy day for gloves and hat



Just say ďHelloĒ donít stop to chat



Then throw your ball and let your dog



Enjoy his play before the fog



Begins to get too thick to see



Then chase him home in time for tea



How I hate the Autumnís chill



With sun-less days so dark and still



Around the corner winter waits



To paint its frost on garden gates



A warning that we all will know



To be prepared for winterís snow



But itís not all just doom and gloom



As we seek out a cosy room



To sit and view the crisp white scene



Criss-crossed by tracks where folk have been



A-top the hill, just by the hedge



To push the kids upon their sledge



The memory of their sheer delight



Will cheer me up each winterís night

Don Holmes