Here is a vintage poem titled November by Katherine Pyle. November by K. Pyle Now the cold wind rattlesIn the icy sedge,And the sparrows ruffleIn the leafless hedge. Past the wood and meadow,On the frozen poolAll the boys go skating,When they come from school. The river too was frozen;I saw it far away,And wished that…
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