The shrill wind blew about the house
And through the pines all night:
The snowflakes whirled across the fields
And hid the fence from sight.
By dawn the drifts had blown so deep
No horse nor sleigh could go:
The dog-house and the chicken-coops
Were buried in the snow.
There was no thought of school that day;
We worked with shovels all,
And cleared a path from house to barn;
The snow was like a wall.
I wished our house was covered up,
Like that one in the book
My Grandma showed to me one day
Beside the chimney-nook.
The story said the chimney-pot
Just showed above the snow,
And all day long the lamps were lit
Down in the house below.
~ K. Pyle