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Show Just Folks ly Edgar A. Guoit AGE AND WINTER I look upon a winter day And feel the winds that blow. But love them in a different way From that of long ago. Time was I hailed the bit of frost With rapture and delight But now I know that joy was lo.st When youth had taken flight Not with the ecstacy of old I view the drifted snow. Once in its fleecy drifts I rolled With eyes and cheeks aglow. As boys, we chose an open space, Untouched by foot or plow. With snow to wash a comrade's face. I wouldn't like that now! When I was young that snow is cold I never understood. I thrilled with joy when J was told "The packing's mighty good!" Hour after hour my shots I'd fling At boys across the way And that was fun! But such a thing Would not be sport today. I look upon the winter now Perhaps with altered sight I find a charm in branch and bough Arrayed in robes of white. And though I may not play with snow, For fear of taking cold. Winter has pleasures to bestow On those of us rrown old. I (Copyright 1937, for The Telegram) |