WINTER'S tune is up, Spring is almost here; Fourteen counties smile To greet the greening year: Countless stage-struck buds Wait their turn as leaves— Nature in Vermont Never gets the peeves. Mansfield and The Hump Bore the Winter well; Both stand up as straight As when the first snow fell: Winooski and Lamoille Sprint the best they can— All good things will come With the hired man. E'en the crow's raw note Doesn't sound so bad; Devil though he is He seems a little glad; Listen how "the cars" Make a different sound, Seems as though the wheels Are glad they're going 'round. Hay will soon be cheap; Soon the robins build; Nothing much but sleds And sleighs are winter-killed; Soon the plow will grinch Through the green-sward piece, And the crying cart Get a slap of grease. Winter wan't so tough! Smelt for breakfast food; Now the syrup tastes 'Zactly jest as good; Tomaters up in-doors, Gardens half-way dry— Nothing ails Vermont When the sun runs high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON |