A SUMMER SNOW STORM
It's snowing hard as it can snow
The ground is almost white
And all our pretty orchard grass
Is hidden out of sight.
The wind is blowing from the south,
And coming good and strong,
You'd never think a southern wind
Would bring the snow along!
The sun is shining warm and bright
The flowers bloom in throngs
The birds are flying to and fro,
And singing happy songs.
And if upon their feathers soft
The snowy flakes should fall,
They shake them off and sing some more,
And never mind at all!
The flowers, too, don't care a bit,
It only makes them grow
Because, you see, this summer storm
Is apple-blossom snow!
By E. S. T.