The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Pt. 5

Oh, I have been waiting a long time for this one.



N O V E M B E R A G A I N
by Mike Trent

When the dark sky is scowling
With a snow-clouded face,
And the wild wind is howling
In a leaf-chasing race;
And the frost is out prowling
And there's mist in the glen,
There is no use in growling--
It's November again!



Past editions:
Gregg Typing, Second Edition: 1958
The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Pt. 1
The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Pt. 2
The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Pt. 3
The Poetry of Gregg Typing, 1958: Good Friday Edition