Please Enjoy. Love, Robin WINTER IN THE COUNTRY When the winter days are with us, Fond remembrance beckons me Where the snowy, glistening landscape Stretches far as eye can see, And the frosty air with crimson Sets the youthful cheek aglow--- It’s a flame that burns the brighter Against the whiteness of the snow. I can hear the merry voices Of the coasters on the hill, And the loud and lusty shouting When some boaster takes a spill. There is a skating on the millpond Where we found a keen delight Gliding in and out the circle Of the bonfire’s leaping light. There’s a mighty snowbank rising High beside the smokehouse door, Where we dug a robber’s cavern To secrete our smuggled store; In my fancy comes the jingle Of the sleighbells’ merry chime. . . . Sweet was boyhood in the country In the days of wintertime. By: B.L. Bruce IDEALS 1954