Last Wednesday saw the Winter poetry competition at the Methel Stage, organized by miss Jadite. I entered a poem, and wonder of wonders if it didn't win the second prize, after Miss Nonette!
The poem is from when I was a wee little lass growing up in Brockenborings. Waiting fer yule to arrive was always agonizing, especially since ma used ter put special effort into hiding the jars of biscuits when the festive days approached. I also remember me a few cold, cold winters when the Greenfields were white with snow. Incurable little rascal that I were, I just had ter sneak outside to play in the snow late at night, to help pass the long, long wait fer yule.
I hope yer like the poem! A very merry yule everyone!
Waiting fer the yuletide cheer
When winter chills us to the bone And all the birds off south has flown I wake at night and look around And leave me bed without a sound
I tiptoe past me mother's door Asleep, cause I can hear her snore I wrap up warm and head outside And run into the fields so wide
The snowy fields they beckon me All white wherever I can see I roll around in winter's cold And swear I never will grow old
I build a snowman near a stream Together we are quite the team He is my knight in armour white And we will have much fun tonight
But soon, the night gets colder still I must go home to stay the chill I rub me hands against the cool I sigh and hope for days of yule
It fills me with a merry mood The thought of friends and lots of food The simple things that bring me cheer If only there were biscuits here!
But yule is still a while away No matter what the gaffers say I wish it soon would come along For I have waited far too long!
As I get home, I see a light A candle in the window bright Not now the cold that makes me shake It seems me ma is wide awake
I fear the worst as she comes out My eyes well up and soon I pout She sighs, but then she smiles at me And serves me honey-sweetened tea
She wraps me in a blanket warm And says I’ll never come to harm My dog creeps up into me lap I yawn and drift into a nap
I dream of snowy fields of white Where snowmen march on through the night They whisper to me through the cool “Rest up, because it’ll soon be yule”
No sweeter memory of old Than early winter days of cold When hobbit children everywhere Can hardly wait for yuletide cheer
