JACK FROST
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
but Jack frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane
but there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales and streams and fields;
And knights in armour riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.
And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas.
And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.
For creeping softly underneath
The door, when all the lights are out
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe
And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window pane,
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
.......Gabriel Setoun
Jack Frost
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He's after our fingers and toes;
And, all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
He'll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he'll shake;
And while we're asleep,
Such wonderful pictures he'll make.
Across the grass
He'll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white;
Then home he will go,
And laugh, "Ho! Ho! Ho!
What fun I have had in the night!"
.....Cecily E. Pike
JACK FROST IN THE GARDEN
Jack frost was in the garden;
I saw him there at dawn;
He was dancing round the bushes
And prancing on the lawn.
He had a cloak of silver,
A hat all shimm'ring white,
A wand of glittering star-dust,
And shoes of sunbeam light.
Jack Frost was in the garden,
When I went out to play
He nipped my toes and fingers
And quickly ran away.
I chased him round the wood-shed,
But, oh! I'm sad to say
That though I chased him everywhere
He simply wouldn't stay.
Jack Frost was in the garden;
But now I'd like to know
Where I can find him hiding;
I've hunted high and low--
I've lost his cloak of silver,
His hat all shimm'ring white,
His wand of glittering star-dust,
His shoes of sunbeam light.
.......John P. Smeeton
WINTER WONDERLAND
WINTER SONG GYPSYMOON'S CAMP
GYPSYMOON'S CARAVAN THE PEACE PARK
TIKKUM OLAM THE POETRY PARLOR
ROBERT FROST POETRY CLOUD NINE
UNDER THE SEA
SUMMER SANDS CAFE.............ST. PATRICK'S DAY
| WINTER WONDERLAND | WINTER SONG | |
| GYPSYMOON'S CAMP | GYPSYMOON'S CARAVAN | |
| THE PEACE PARK | TIKKUM OLAM | |
| THE POETRY PARLOR | ROBERT FROST POETRY | |
| CLOUD NINE | UNDER THE SEA |
SUMMER SANDS CAFE.............ST. PATRICK'S DAY
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