Poetry corner

WINTRY weather inspired this poem by ER McCarter, published in the Dumfries and Galloway Review in 1948: Went for a walk but got caught in a blizzard, I’ve a name for this month, but it sticks in my gizzard- For hours I toiled through blind sleet, With numb chilled hands and squelching feet. An hour I waited for a local train, In fireless waiting room - LMS, think again! Arrived home at last, I stripped to the buff - In a warm bath at last I found heat enough; So now, attired in my Sunday best, Tea over, I sit by the fire for a rest - But a curse on this weather! - I truly jalouse The weather this month’s at its best in the house! (He wrote this after a February outing)