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Montana in the Winter

There's the pure white snow of winter
That lies like a blanket of down
It covers all the roof tops
And fields around the town

There're castles on the fence posts
All along the lane
Jack Frost is painting pictures
On every window pane

A winter sun is setting
It touches the icy eaves
Of a snow covered cabin
That nestles in the trees

Children skating on a pond
Where they swam not long ago
Instead of romping in the grass
They're rolling in the snow

Smoke drifting from the chimneys
Wends up to a cloudy sky
Every tree is snow capped
And snowbirds go fluttering by

Whether it's sunshine or moonlight
Whatever the hour may be
Montana in the winter
Is a lovely sight to see

-Myrtle Storm

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