AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE - Dick Raymond's December Poem



December is a somber month,
The darkest of the year—
The days are short, the nights are long,
Not often bringing cheer.
December, we remember those
Who left us, for a while:
A welcome voice, a hearty laugh,
The sunshine of a smile.

The Christmas Season brings us fun,
With New Year's parties after,
And midnight mistletoe's a hoot,
When hanging from a rafter.
The Winter Solstice turns a page,
As sunshine slowly brightens,
Dark Ages? That's from times long past,
And Ac Year slightly lightens.

Before long comes the glorious spring,
December's gloom will fade,
Ere long fair visitors will view
The Worden Field parade,
The buds and blossoms will burst forth,
Gardens go bright with May,
And Old Grads congregate once more,
To celebrate their Day!


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