A place to add your poems forum: There's Snow on the fields,
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THERE'S SNOW ON THE FIELDS. By Christina Rossetti. There's snow on the fields. and cold in the cottage, While I sit in the chimney nook Supping hot pottage. My clothes are soft and warm, Fold upon fold, But I'm so sorry for the poor out in the cold. THE ROBIN. By Sir Lawrence Alma - Tadema When father takes his spade to dig then Robin comes along; And sits upon a little twig and sings a little song. Or, if the trees are rather far, He does not stay alone, But comes up close to where we are and bobs upon a stone. From Muriel |
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Those are so cute. thanks Muriel for posting.  |
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