November
November
Poem
Now the cold wind rattles
In the icy sedge*,
And the sparrows ruffle
In the leafless hedge.
Past the wood and meadow,
On the frozen pool
All the boys go skating,
When they come from school.
The river too was frozen;
I saw it far away,
And wished that I could trace it.
Skating night and day,
Up to where the icebergs,
On the polar sea,
Float, like glittering castles,
Waiting there for me.
Notes
*Sedge is a grass-like plant that grows in a marsh or other wetlands.
Written by Katharine Pyle.
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