by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

Snow is something white and cold,
it comes with winter’s wind,
if ever you’ve seen it
you’d surely grin.

It is often pretty:
covers hills and dales,
barns and houses,
in winter it prevails.

I loved playing in it
and sliding down the hill,
sometimes I was careless
and would take a spill.

My playing days are over,
a fact I much regret,
I sit in a warm room and
watch the children play
and I remember
’twas long ago
and far away.

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942–44, at Guadalcanal and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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