The Bethlen Home Messenger, 1995 (1. szám)

1995-09-01 / 1. szám

THE FIRST SNOW ■$§>-&

We waited for hours,

As children all will,

After Father had told us The news with a thrill:

Twas the oddest sensation When we'd gaze at the sky; We seemed to be falling, But we didn't know why.

Then early that evening The first flakes descended; And when we retired The fall hadn't ended.

We looked from our beds At a white, silent scene Of tall, pearly trees And the buildings between.

Next morning the light Reflected from snow Made shimmering patterns With walls all agow;

From lowering clouds And a temperature fall, The first snow of winter Would come with a squall.

And our happy, old dog,

With great barking leaps, Was chasing a rabbit Through high, snowy heaps.

Oh, the wonderful joy To be young and know The thrill of a child At winter's first snow.

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