Winter

I have been feeling kind of lonely,

may be its the nip in the winter air,

it takes me to all the places,

for which I really care!

The memories of the morning frost,

and whitened mountain scape,

the gentle swish of the pine trees,

are the sights I cannot escape.

But, much more to me than all the sights

and the feelings in the cold cold air,

Are the thoughts of home and family,

and the warmth of hearth that was there.

The sound of all the children playing,

the crackle of the fire as it leaps;

the cold winter air never dampened our feelings,

as joys was surrounding in heaps.

Tonight, at home they must all be sleeping,

our rooms and corridoors must be cold;

For we have all moved away from our haven,

And what remains, are our memories of gold!