As Through the Snow I Strolled
As Through the Snow I Strolled Once before, not long ago, as I strolled through a winter snow to glimpse a sight of winter's chill cast upon the trees and hills, I came upon a vivid sight where once I looked found a delight, an ancient lamp, made of gold hid slightly in the fallen snow, betwixt a rock where it was lodged and fallen leaves mingled with moss, frozen to the rock which hid the lamp I saw indeed I did. And as I did I wandered closer in search of what I was beholding and found it there glittering bright I tell you now, oh what a sight. A hand width broad, a full foot long with red and golden handled prongs to top of lamp where it was capped with a plug within its mouth. My mind did start to race with thought, “oh what is this I’ve happened to caught,” I brushed the snow from off the vase of lamp revealing a foreign face, that was embossed with gold around bright wide eyes so large and round and nose and mouth and turban head and words engraved that thusly read: Life is...