The sunlight shines on silver snow
Whilst cold winds over mountains blow.
They bite the cheek and chill the ear
As on I tread with face aglow.

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The warnings on the news were clear,
With further snowfall quite severe,
But I, my challenge, undertake
With inner courage, little fear.

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But winter storms can overtake
The bravest soul, without mistake,
And, wintry gales that seem asleep,
With strength and guile, can soon awake.

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Search parties scour the hillsides steep.
They hunt with dogs, the snow so deep;
Whilst I, with Death, my date I keep;
Whilst I, with Death, my date I keep.

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NOTE:  METRE/RHYMING

Tetrameter, ie four iambic feet per line.
Rhyming: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd

This pattern of metre and rhyming adhere exactly to 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Night' by Robert Frost.  Try a poem written with this metre and rhyming yourself.   It's very difficult I assure you.                                                             Josie Whitehead

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