Salt Lake Telegram | 1940-02-08 | Page 6 | Just Folks

Just Folks By EDGAR A. GUEST WINTER FRIENDS Into my garden the pheasants come And the quail and the blue Jays altogether. The air is filled with a noisy hum And bright with the color of crest and feather, And somehow the winter seems to me Not nearly so bleak as It used to be. I've cleared a space on the frozen ground For a shelter warm with a leafy cover, And there where I scatter the corn around, Dozens and dozens of small birds hover, And the winter doesn't seem quite so long When It's broken by beauty and song. There's a cardinal spending the cold months here, Not the least bit fearful of wind or weather, And it's hard to picture In words the cheer That comes with the flash of his crimson feather. But because of his presence It seems to me Winter isn't as harsh as It used to be. Copyright, 1940, Edgar A. Guest