Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1922-03-04 | Page 5 | Walt Mason

WALT MASON I I WINTER GOES The winter days are dying the tem- pesLs feebly roar; so lof8 have done vvlth sighing, for spring Is & the door, the grass will soon be springing, Jazz-birds Jazz-birds will be ringing, and poets will he slinging their tlmbroU as of yore W hen I was young the winter had many Joys to show, and like a locoed sprinter 1 cuntered through the snow, but now that 1 urn older, with twinges In my shoulder, and heart and ieet grow colder, the season seems all woo. Before the winter's over I'd give nino tons of snow, to scent the smell of clover whero vernal zophvrs blow I'd Swap all tdects and "lushes to see the nodding rushes where yonder .streamlet .stream-let gushes in bright ecstatic flow. All life seems vain and hollow when winter win-ter chills the air; I'd rather chase a swallow than ride a poh.r bear; 1 long to herd a sparrow among the braes of Yarrow. I yearn to tool a harrow behind an old blind mare. And now the spring is coming with healing In its wings and soon we'll hear the humming ot hens and bees and things, the snows no more will cloy us, tho blizzards won't annoy ns. so let us be as Jayous as fifty-seven kings.