Winter 1885
April 14, 2010
The trees are white with crystal
The brooks are frozen hard
Our little baby’s grave is white
In the quiet old churchyard
The rooks have left the old trees,
The swallows too have gone
But little robin still is here
To cheer us with his song
He still sings very sweetly
On the old green holly trees
His loud sweet notes make melody
Upon the cold sharp breeze
The holly and the fir tree
Are still dressed out in green
But here & there a speck of white
May now & then be seen
How pretty is the country
Christmas rose & snowdrop white
And little purple crocus
Looking up into the light
I hope you like my verses
That I have made for you
I wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy new year too
Christmas 1885
Bolam Vicarage
Age 6