It was a bright and cheerful afternoon

Towards the end of the sunny month June,

The not wind congregates in crowd

The dust storms yelled in loud.

All things rejoiced beneath the sun, the weeds,

The rivers, the cornfields, the reeds,

The leaves glanced in the light breeze,

And foliage of larger trees.

It was winter when-

Birds die, fishes lie stiffned in translucent ice which makes,

From the mud and slime of warm lakes,

A wrinkled clod, as hard as brick-

And when,

Among children, the comfortable men,

Gather around fires and still feel cold,

Then what happens to the homeless beggars old.