Written by: Phyllis Ann Doros
Copyright � 1954
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Winter

I used to walk in a winter evening as so many others do,
     But not once did I feel a chill of the wind, for I would think of home � and you,
So I then quickened my steps to hurry and soon my journey would cease,
     I was home, where it was warm and comfortable, I was in your arms � at peace.

I remember the happiness I felt, as the brightness turned to night.
     For others hurried where a door would swing open and loved ones would be in sight,
People were free with happy smiles, some even spoke as they went their way,
     The world changed to a place of rest � We were glad for the end of a busy day.

Then I was young and my dreams were dear, so I laughed at the wind and the snow
     Now my heart has grown much older and my resistance to the weather is low,
I used to whistle or hum a tune, and I waved as my friends passed by,
     Now my return is silent, except for footsteps that echo against the sky.

It seems long ago since my feet were light � since my head was full of song,
     For I have found out that a hand of frost can enter where it doesn�t belong,
The night is dark, the wind makes me shudder � it rips my face and hair,
     I reach home � but I receive no big welcome from the storm � for you are not there.

Sam -1955
Sam + Phyllis -1947
Sam -1949


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