JANUARY
The shrill wind blew about the house
And through the pines all night:
The snowflakes whirled across the fields
And hid the fence from sight.

By dawn the drifts had blown so deep

No horse nor sleigh could go:

The dog-house and the chicken-coops

Were buried in the snow.

There was no thought of school that day;

We worked with shovels all,

And cleared a path from house to barn;

The snow was like a wall.

I wished our house was covered up,

Like that one in the book

My Grandma showed to me one day

Beside the chimney-nook.

The story said the chimney-pot

Just showed above the snow,

And all day long the lamps were lit

Down in the house below.

~ K. Pyle