The Land of Ice and Snow
In my mind’s –eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
A northwest wind began to blow to usher in a hint of snow
The grey clouds caused the light to fade, warning of things that would cover the glade
As the evening came to cast its pale, lights were seen as an amber vale
The restless city began its sleep, just as the heavens began to weep
Droplets of rain began to fall forming icy sheets to cover it all
* * * *
In my mind’s-eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
The trees turned silver, giving off a glow just before it began to snow
The flakes came down a few at a time filling the landscape with something sublime
Deeper and deeper the whiteness grew; when it would end no one knew
As the hours slowly past, the constant wind gave another blast
A blanket of snow piled into drifts covering the ground in endless shifts
* * * *
In my mind’s-eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
Ice and snow covered it all, it covered the wall and covered the lane; it covered the gravestone that gave so much pain
The air was clear as the night grew still; nature was showing her mighty will
Winter is time for nature to rest; for humankind it can be a seasonal test
In the silence of nature’s great sleep; beauty does reign when the snow falls this deep
In this wondrous afterglow there comes a thought we long to know: What secret message lies within the falling snow?
So back to this land I shall always go, back to this land of ice and snow
—The Professor
In my mind’s –eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
A northwest wind began to blow to usher in a hint of snow
The grey clouds caused the light to fade, warning of things that would cover the glade
As the evening came to cast its pale, lights were seen as an amber vale
The restless city began its sleep, just as the heavens began to weep
Droplets of rain began to fall forming icy sheets to cover it all
* * * *
In my mind’s-eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
The trees turned silver, giving off a glow just before it began to snow
The flakes came down a few at a time filling the landscape with something sublime
Deeper and deeper the whiteness grew; when it would end no one knew
As the hours slowly past, the constant wind gave another blast
A blanket of snow piled into drifts covering the ground in endless shifts
* * * *
In my mind’s-eye to my childhood I go, back to the land of ice and snow
Ice and snow covered it all, it covered the wall and covered the lane; it covered the gravestone that gave so much pain
The air was clear as the night grew still; nature was showing her mighty will
Winter is time for nature to rest; for humankind it can be a seasonal test
In the silence of nature’s great sleep; beauty does reign when the snow falls this deep
In this wondrous afterglow there comes a thought we long to know: What secret message lies within the falling snow?
So back to this land I shall always go, back to this land of ice and snow
—The Professor