Half the World

Half the world around,
Are having roses.
While we in winter-time,
Have red, red noses.

While over there,
So gentle is the breeze.
And here the wild-winds blow,
Bringing on a sneeze.

There the sweet azaleas bloom,
Like bright and studded gems.
And here the drifts of snow,
Have dry and rattling stems.

Over there...the birds are singing,
Some yellow, brown and blue.
We never see the sunshine,
We suffer with the flu.

Would the year be all the same,
Mid natures whims and reasons.
If we could move as does the earth,
And catch just right the seasons.

E.P. 1908 - 1989