The birches branches
are blown to the north
on Christmas Day
on Christmas Day
no snow this winter
no snow
no snow
the clouds obliterating the view
so low today
so low
they're making my head feel bad
when it's time to be glad so happy and glad
oh why do the elements cry just now
hang like a shroud
instead of a rainbow
send us a rainbow
right now
just for now
to cheer up our trees
and our lakes in the view
for others
for others
for me
for you
Margaret Ann Waddicor 24th December 2015
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
The birches branches
are blown to the north
on Christmas Day
on Christmas Day
no snow this winter
no snow
no snow
the clouds obliterating the view
so low today
so low
they're making my head feel bad
when it's time to be glad so happy and glad
oh why do the elements cry just now
hang like a shroud
instead of a rainbow
send us a rainbow
right now
just for now
to cheer up our trees
and our lakes in the view
for others
for others
for me
for you
Margaret Ann Waddicor 24th December 2015
Bother the weather say I just today.
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