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By William L. Snead

VA Medical Center—Iron Mountain, MI

The North Wind

Took Billy Bronzed Leaf

And felled him to the ground,

And he’ll be buried

'Neath the cold grey snow.

The East Wind

Whooshed past Mother Rabbit’s home

Where she’ll be snuggled in and sleep alone

Till the winter has finally slipped by.

 And she’ll be buried 'neath the cold and snow.

Then the harsh West Wind

Blew briskly across the small fawn’s face;

It turned its head away,

And a tear fell from its lofty place.

And it, too, is buried 'neath the cold grey snow.

Now the Southern Wind will blow on in.

It will warm the air

As life will slowly awaken from its uprooted dream,

And succulent summer smells will live again.

 And now and until next winter,

We will not be buried 'neath the cold grey snow again.