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A Recitation by Nathanael:

There’s Snow on the Fields

by Christina Rosetti

There’s snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.

My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I’m so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.

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sledding with sparklers=(gravity+a hillside+snow +ice+a sled+speed+4 boys+night time+flashing fire)

= good times

Fortunately, no one’s world here has ended thusfar with our fire and ice experiments.  But a tip of the hat to Robert Frost, who although did not directly inspire this whimsey of ours, certainly seems to have uncanny premonitions about sledding with sparklers.

Fire and Ice

Robert Frost

day sledding with papa ken

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

more sledding by daylight

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Recitation by Josiah, Elijah, and Nathanael

 

 

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it’s queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

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Recitation by Elijah:

 

 

 

When All the World is Full of Snow

N.M. Bodecker

I never know

Just where to go,

When all the world

Is full of snow.

I do not want

To make a track,

Not even

To the shed and back.

I only want

To watch and wait,

While snow moths settle

On the gate,

And swarming frost flakes

Fill the trees

With billions

Of albino bees.

I only want

Myself to be

As silent as

A winter tree,

To hear the swirling

Stillness grow,

When all the world

Is full of snow.

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A recitation by Matthias:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a first sled ride

 

First Snow

Marie Louise Allen

Snow makes whiteness where it falls.

The bushes look like popcorn-balls.

And places where I always play,

Look like somewhere else today.

 

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