Fresh Air Life land is in the midst of a blizzard... so I thought I'd post an appropriate poem written by Geraldine Kilgore, a poetess who spent her childhood northeast of O'Neill...

The Snowstorm

Today we had a snowstorm,

It sneaked in with the rain.

Damp and clinging, heavy snow,

It stuck to everything.

The walnut tree is cotton trimmed,

It's stark branches soft and white.

And dogwood, blessed little tree

Is draped in ermine for the night.

The garden just this morning

That was weed rough and so bleak,

Is smooth as icing on a cake,

Glistening now and sleek.

The pines beside the window

Are a picture of delight.

Like great arms holding mounds of snow,

Bowed down in prayer tonight.

And even the small and spindly rose

Huddled by the drive this morn,

Is bundled up in snow tonight

And looks quite snug and warm.

This poor old saddened world of ours,

Beset with care and woe,

Seems more peaceful and so quiet

When God sends the soft, white snow.

Geraldine Kilgore copyright 2009