Winter Algonquian

By Ronald Pierre

For some time before, the frost had been hardening the hills, and on Wednesday, toward three o'clock, great black clouds coming from the south brought the snow, which fell without interruption all night.

At half past six, Mr. and Mrs. Stone met at the kitchen table, where they were preparing the morning breakfast. Six- year-old Bethany turned sleepily in the thick puffiness of her feather bed. Seven o'clock already?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 24, 2010
• ISBN: 9781477173817

Ronald Pierre

Ronald G. Pierre is an American Poet, born in the Caribbean. He was educated at Bay State College, at which he received a degree in applied science. He is a poet of brilliant technical resources, he controlled the music of verse with total authority and his assessments in the use of meter and rhyme provided a wide range of original poetic effects. He published in several anthologies: The national Library of Poetry and the Poetry Guild. He is a member in good standing of the ISP.

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Copyright © 2010 by Ronald Pierre. 71094-PIER

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010903136

ISBN:Softcover 978-1-4500-5894-0

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DEDICATION

To my wife and my children,

and all the friends with friends.

—RP

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For some time before, the frost had been hardening the hills, and on Wednesday, toward three o’clock, great black clouds coming from the south brought the snow, which fell without interruption all night.

At half past six, Mr. and Mrs. Stone met at the kitchen table, where they were preparing the morning breakfast.

Six–year-old Bethany turned sleepily in the thick puffiness of her feather bed. Seven o’clock already?

Idly! Idly! Idly! They slept through the din of salt-spreader engine going up the steep hill and snowplow backing up, clearing away snow from the streets. Beep! Beep! Beep!

Rhone grumbled, bustling into Bethany’s room. Bethany! Up! It was seven o’clock, all right.

Bethany’s eyes blinked open. She slipped out of bed and raced to the window, then wiped a clear space in the frost on the windowpane.

As she glanced out in a daze, the whole world seemed to explode into brightness and shreds or bits of flakes that splashed brilliance into her astonished eyes.

Shivering, she drew on her clothes. She ran to the other room and called merrily to his brother, Cody. It snowed last night!

Cody slipped out of bed and raced to the kitchen. A slow smile spread across his dark, handsome face.

He stopped beside a bowl of cold cereal set on the table. A pitcher full of milk and a jar of peanut butter stood beside it. Pouring milk and a spoonful of peanut butter over the cereal, he began to eat. At the same time, he turned on the TV set to a channel he knew so well and watched passively as the headline scrolled off the bottom of the screen:

"School cancelled for the county of Suffolk . . .

Norfolk . . . Barnstable . . . Plymouth . . . etc . . . .

Cody drew a deep, delighted breath. Today is a fine day to go to the park! That was what he wished for.

As he left the kitchen, he cast a wary eye toward the window. Rhone pushed Cody aside for a quick peek, and suddenly blushing to his ears, he said, I must go out.

I was just thinking of that, replied his brother.

The two boys were fully awake; and Bethany accosted them and they chatted:

I am going to the park, said one. Me too, said another. And I, said the third.

The first added, "We shall not return