A cold day.

Image by Wonderlane via Flickr

The snow had been falling the vagrant arose,

He walked to the town and into a street,

A howling gale blew from the depths of hell,

And shadows in waves passed over wheat,

So down he sat in a lonley place,

And sung a song very loud and sweet,

It made a wild goose stop on the lake,

A robin flew and landed at his feet.

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