A rose beneath the snow

I like to take a ramble

When the buds begin to swell

And drink from cyrstal waters

Between the crags and rills.

I like the summer sunshine

Of the Golden West

And the crimson leaves in autum

That Nature has encensed.

To the mid winter season

All hail with joyous song

From heaven the feathery flakes

To earth come drifting down

To purify the air we breath

And to fertilize the soil

In every country, village,

City, farm and town.

Home may only be a dug-out

On the mirrored plains

Or a cabin in the woods

At the end of the lane.

But all is a merry homeland

If we keep our fires aglow

And in our pathway we will find roses

Down beneath the snow.

Poem by J.P. Dunn titled The Plains Poems in Kansas
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