A poem

Hey Everybody,

I didn't have any pictures to put up today, so instead, I'm going to share a short poem. My mom was throwing away a really old book about a year ago. I thought that since it was so old, it may be interesting. After attempting to read it, I found that it was very boring. But while I was skimming through the book, I came across an old newspaper clipping. It had this poem on it. I thought that it was really pretty, and I thought I'd share it.

• Beyond the Gray

Bertha R. McDonald

The Firelight flickers and the icy rain,

Beats dismally against my window pane;

Out in the garden, 'Neath a robe of gray,

The Flowers lie dreaming of another May.

And so, Dear Heart, Although the wind blows cold,

And tall trees shiver as the days grow old,

So I sit dreaming; and afar I see,

Beyond the gray, another spring, and thee.