Posted by Shannon on 2/12/2006, 12:33 pm There are memories in this poem of days spent with you in the words. Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow. Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
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Written by Katherine Mansfield, who lived from 1888 to 1923, this poem can be told about Maryland or even your home in Asia.
Will the summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
What do begger children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red.
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
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