There’s a path I walk through trees

Of empty branches, I walk,

The winter wind blows chilly across

The hills of white.

Down below in the distance, see

Do I rushing water, I see,

The sound, the sound like a chorus

Of drums and trumpets.

Hearing the crashing against

Everything in its path, hear it,

Nature has a plan of its own, still,

It invites us to share in it.

Snow along the river has such a

Beautiful Appearance, doesn’t it?

Walk as I do, my mind painting this

Vision of a dream, I dream.

Winter is a wonderful time of year

For all the scenes it may show,

Just to see snow along the river,

Many places I would go.

Keith Garrett