Jack Frost and the Wind planned a sudden raid
Maybe to starve us out or make us afraid
Oh, how the children’s faces began to glow
When snow fell like powder on the ground below!
But soon the frozen flakes formed a heavy cloud
And covered all the earth with a snowy shroud!
As the wild gale laughed and shrieked with savage glee –
“Oh, I’ll you what a Fuerher I can be!”
Soon there were piled-up banks of the drifted snow
The birds and wild creatures knew not where to go!
Oh, how hungry all the poor things must have been
For the titbits of food could scarcely be seen
The plants and the gardens were hidden from sight;
Cosily wrapped up in a sheet of pure white!
While the gale still roared and gave a mighty yell:-
“Come out with your spades! Oh, come out all you men”
All obstacles called forth merry jest or taunt!
But real true British spirits they could not daunt
Jack Frost bit hard at our fingers toes and ears
And aching eyes were blinded by falling tears
Frozen snowflakes tapped hard on each window pane
As if to gain admittance but all in vain!
The usual tradesmen could not reach our door
So we cut down our rations till we got more!
In icy Arctic regions we might have been
No such storm in living memory we’d seen!
Traffic was held up till snow was cleared away
So many poor workmen lost their weekly pay
‘Gainst floods, gales and snow storms we must not whine
for patient fortitude is a virtue fine;
so like Noah in the Ark, indoors we stay
till the warm sunbeams chase old Jack Frost away!
Florence Clee, UK, 1940 – net pic
Typed directly from her hand written pages … I have quite a few more of my great great Aunt’s poems and some newspaper clippings, so I will give a bit more of her history as I go
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That is so awesome. I’m looking forward to reading more of your great, great, aunt’s writings.
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That’s awesome, Kate, having that poem and others by your great great aunt. The poetry gene obviously ran in the family.
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Sometimes good things take their time or, as ‘they’ say, good things come to those who wait.
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Oh deat kate, i would have been an honor to know your aunt in our lifetime but i am glad you are sharing her to us.
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found nearly a dozen of her poems in their original handwritten form but now know that she wrote hundreds and where some of them were published … doubt I can track them down from such a great distance as it would mean sitting in a UK library going through newspapers more than a hundred years old 🙂
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Kate your aunt was a beautiful poetess. Loved every stanza of her poem and what a picture taken in the year 1940. The cold must be terrific.
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Thank you for sharing your aunt’s amazing poetry with us, Kate! 🙂
How wonderful to have a connection to her with words and poems! I’m sure she’d love to read your poetry if she could. Thank you for honoring her and her memory all these years later.
HUGS!!! 🙂
PS…your photo makes me brr-y icy cold! 😉
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lol a internet find … those scenes are only down south, a long way from me thanks heavens 🙂
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A glorious poem Kate…. and I could read the words metaphorically as an analogy about the 2nd WW
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she wrote extensively on that Ivor but I’ve only found some of her poems … pre computer days 🙂
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Your searching and discovering her words/works must be thrilling and fascinating for you Kate….
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Wonderful. And things made more sense once I realized it was written in the UK rather than Australia! 😉
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lol yes my english Grandmother married into fifth generation Australians .. she nursed my grandfather and then followed him home 🙂
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Thank you for sharing! Your aunt was a gem!!!
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This is a great story. Thanks for sharing
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It’s an amazing and unique experience.
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oh yes snow and frost and cold, your aunt was amazing. more please!
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ha ha ha … your favourite topic of course! Glad it brought you such joy 🙂
The stash of poems and clippings I’ve found are priceless … thinking of putting a “Florence Clee” website up … she was the first UK “female” school principal and well loved by many!
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oh wow double joy then. This is such a treasure find. It would be amazing to look into life from that era first hand.
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when I settle again Gina, on a road trip now and had a chunk cancelled due to the virus so got to rethink it. One job was to retrieve this stuff and found more than I expected!
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safe travels and keep those treasures safe too.
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Loved this! so much!
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have previously posted two … “in love with love” and “today is mine”!
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