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SOCIAL STUDIES DIARY

The Winter Storm

The Winter Storm

 

Usually Texas is a sunny place

We seldom burn the fireplace

 

A great storm came and changed its face

Now we burn the fireplace

 

The wood we burn is from the farm

I gather it with saw and carried it with arm

 

I piled it up on a summer day

Knowing that my work surely would pay

 

Rain the sleet came in the night

Temperatures fell to a create frightful sight

 

The furnace toiled all threw the day

At night the fireplace would have its say

 

Log after log were fed to give more heat

We gathered near the fire so sweet

 

Soon my wood began to dwindle

Consumed by the fire like a thief with a swindle

 

The ashes were cleared with special care

A dropped ember could give one a terrible scare

 

A new fire was lit and began to take hold

The warmth it gave was better than gold

 

Texas has snow, which is not a good sign

It stopped my sunning, for which I pine

 

My walks are shorter and require a coat

If a Yankee could see me, he really would gloat

 

A Texan on ice is not a good thing

But wait a minute I think I smell spring!

 

 

The Cold Professor

 

 

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