Wyoming Winter Poem
By Zane Blythe Dalton
A blue norther is blowing through;
Pantry is full, and fireplace too.
Cattle and hay are snug in the barn;
Granddad is telling a whale of a yarn. The mail has not yet come, nor will it today.
But cards and catalogs will be O.K.
The sun will follow in a day or two,
with many more chores for all to do.
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