Undated (~Feb. 1941).
To Win.

Oh Win! Thy name is Winter,

Because of thy dark coat.

And also for the snowflake,

That lies upon thy throat.

Thy name is also Winter,

Because t’was then thou came.

Out of the stormy weather,

To our hearth’s bright flame.

Thy coat has felt full many a scrap,

Thy ears are ragged left and right.

Thy poor left paw has felt a trap,

But thine eyes still are clear and bright.

They left thee on the doorstep Win,

And went away to other parts.

They did not guess it was a sin,

But hoped the neighbours had kind hearts.

The poem ‘To Win’ has been added to the poems collection on this site. It also appears in the book The Casualties Were Small .

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