Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 18

WINTER

 'Tis winter here, and the trees are bare and stark,

Folks hurry home, ere comes the early dark,

The leaves have fallen to cover the flowers

That will come again with the April showers.

They hurry home to rest and enjoy the fire's glow,

For the skies are grey, and soon will come the snow

That will cover each bug and plant, like a warm hood,

And so, what makes one siver is for another's good.

So we must learn to live, and with life be content

To use each day so we can count if well spent,

For it was only loaned us, not to fritter away,

But gladden each other, while here we like to stay.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.