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Poetry from within


Brave were the few

Who ventured that night

Away from the warmth

Of their fireside bright

Cold was the wind

That scattered the snow

Hither and yon

Above and below

Nothing was left

Untouched by the storm

Beasts in the field

Stood close to be warm

Then snow upon snow

Soon covered the ground

A blanket so thick

It killed every sound

Hour after hour

And all through the night

Turning the land

To grey and to white

At break of day

When folk were awake

Clouds were deplete

They’d shed every flake

Icy cold white

The snow covered all

A winter-land sight

To hold you in thrall

Bells broke the peace

To stir all and say

Jesus is born

This cold Christmas Day

Don Holmes