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)