Show POETS OF NATURE there is a constant struggle going on these jays days between the long haired spring poet and the one who wears a greasy fur trimmed overcoat and writes about the beautiful snow 7 when the sun comes out and the sky looks blue and deep and the birds sing and the grass waves to and fro as the gentle south wind trips across the valley the poet of spring 0 whose fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love takes up 1 his its lute while nature revels in the charm of his music but ere long a cloud bank stretches across the western horizon through which tho the r setting etting sun throws upon the sky and mountains a spray of red and gold in the distance appears the cadaverous individual with the greasy fur trimmed overcoat and the next day it snowed |