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THE FIRST SNOW
[Welland Tribune November 18, 1943]
The lightly-falling flakes descend so noiselessly,
And quickly mantle every field and plain;
Proclaiming that the wintry months are here once more,
And that King Frost and Snow begin their reign,
On every leaf and branch we see a tracery
So delicate and lovely in its form;
That one can hardly realise its innocence
Or that these lovely flakes could cause a storm.
In dazzling beauty, etched in white, the trees now stand
Adorned with virgin snow, in winter’s dress;
No twig or branch too small to show its pattern clear,
And to each trunk it clings with a caress,
Each dull and dismal spot is hid from public view
As everything is changed from black to white;
A transformation scene no other can excel.
Like nighttime darkness merging to daylight.
Its advent finds the children loud and boisterous-
They hail it with great transports of delight;
And every prospect pleases as their sleighs come out,
With visions, too, of many a snowball fight.
But in the town, the snow is churned to seas of mud
As traffic, unrelenting, goes its way;
Still in the wide deep spaces of the countryside
The farmers hope that it has come to stay.
William McClure
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