Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
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Goodly writ, Katherine!
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I think this little poem would be very bland and uninteresting except for the repeating lines in each stanza. Those lines make it eminently readable.
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What an enchanting little poem to read as I sit here shivering "with no fire to cuddle to". At least I can swirch on the central heating unlike the poor dears in Mansfield's mind.
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'Poor dears'? Isn't it 'deer' May be it is also 'dear'. Anyways, this is a great piece and so far the only piece where you use repetition good.
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