Eureka Reporter | 1906-01-05 | Page 5 | Frost Claims His Own

broj t clairj hij this Is mine said the old frost king and he left his seal of white on the flow ring vine by the wayside spring WW the flowers died last night this mine too and hie breath so chill N As he touched the blades of grass in the nook at the toot ol 01 the maple tree the blades are crisp alas W this Is mine too and his breath chill he breathed on the maple leaf this morn it tell to the window gill wrinkled and sere with grief these are mine and he chuckled gay As he aped the chestnut burrs the nuts he now where the squirrels play and the partridge drums and whirrs new york sun