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The Poetry of Bernard Shaw...
WINTER
Winter's dirge is coming fast,
Nature is at peaceful rest.
Three long months it will last,
Mankind is put to the test.
Wind and icy gales will blow,
Snow covers the waiting ground.
Streams end their restless flow,
All will be white around.
A hard trying time for all,
Competing with winter's force.
Long hours until spring's call,
Urging nature at its source.
As winter came so shall it go,
Young shoots covering all in green.
Streams will surely gently flow,
And the air will again be clean
Bernard Shaw
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