November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettle sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next Spring.
-Clyde Watson
Oj!
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SvarSlettÅååå..dette var nydelig skrevet...med fine stemningfulle bilder:))
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For noen nydelige ord i diktet! Og herlige novemberbilder, de bærene var nesten til å sette tennene i!
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