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More poems about winter.
WINTER’S DAMAGE
How much damage is there in the forests after
winter’s cruel reign,
How many small trees perished, how many felled
half living in pain?
How many around the forest’s edge found the icy
blast too much to live,
But still stand the best they could some protection
for others to give?
How many creatures both great and small just managed
to struggle to survive?
Then at last as the snow melts new grass is seen, then
are glad to be alive.
So as we gaze at the magnificence of winter from
cars or warm abode,
Think of the inner pain of the snow canopied trees of
the forest at the side of the road.
(Millicent)Ann Margetson 24 April 2006