A Frosty Morning – A poem by Enid Blyton


Here is a very seasonally accurate poem by the grand woman herself.

A Frosty Morning

When the sun hangs low in the eastern sky,
Caught in the trees that shiver and shy,
Red as the robin that flits nearby,
Sing hey, for a frosty morning!

When the lane is a-glitter beneath our feet,
Powered with crystal, delicate, sweet,
And the quiet pond is a silver sheet,
Sing hey, for a frosty morning!

Come out, come out, while the sky is red,
Over the crunching fields to tread,
Ere the frost in the kindling sun lies dead,
Sing, hey for a frosty morning!

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4 Responses to A Frosty Morning – A poem by Enid Blyton

  1. Francis says:

    Thank you for the lovely poem. I do hope you are better soon.
    Many regards
    Francis

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  2. RereadingBlyton says:

    Hope you are feeling better. I’m looking forward to your review of Finniston Farm. You may remember I reviewed it last year as my favourite Five (a controversial choice, I know!) so I’ll be interested to know how you rate it.

    Chris

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  3. Sanjana says:

    My name is Sanjana.I am a sixth grade student from India.I love the poem ‘A Frosty Morning’.Can i get the audio version of this poem.Thank you.

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