“If there comes a little thaw Still the air is chill and raw Here and there a patch of snow Dirtier than the ground below Dribbles down a marshy flood Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing "This is Spring."”
C. P. Cranch“If there comes a little thaw Still the air is chill and raw Here and there a patch of snow Dirtier than the ground below Dribbles down a marshy flood Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing "This is Spring."”
C. P. Cranch