Winter Weeks



The snow-covered mountain tops glisten in the morning sunlight

And cast a dark shadow on the fields and lake below.

In these fields, sheep begin to wake from their nightís sleep,

While, in the forest, the foxes peep out of their holes to hunt their morning snack.

Up above, a deer is roaming about the fell

And, further down the valley in the village, the church bell rings for 8 am

And the sun shines brightly once again.

High up on the peaks nothing stirs for these Winter weeks.

All this sun is melting the snow,

But even this canít stop cars needing a tow.

Now Spring is coming and the walkers are humming

As they climb once more to the peaks.


By Jeremy Allan, aged 10

(written 12th April 1985)