--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Fox, Ruth May collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 9 number: 3 published: 1906-01 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "Ruth May Fox, \"A Winter's Frolic: A Poem,\" *Improvement Era* 9, no. 3 (January 1906): 225." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0903unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera0903unse start_page: 225 end_page: 225 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1906-01) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0903unse publication_year: 1906 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1906, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # A Winter's Frolic: A Poem A WINTER'S FROLIC. {For the Improvement Era.) Jack Frost climbed up in a tree, one day, Where the leaves lie dead, and the branches sway Hither and thither in rolicking glee — 0 boys, jolly boys, come frolic with me ! We'll climb, if you dare, to the mountain's crest Where the snowflakes sleep and the cloudlets rest ; And we'll throw a sheet on the sleepers there, And fasten them down, till the sunbeams rare Shall loosen their bands, and bid them go free. To dance with the violets dowfl to the sea. And then we will mount on the spangled wings Of beauteous night; as the north wind sings. We'll fly far away o'er hillock and dale, And weave, as we go, a shining veil With which to adorn the window panes Of the cozy cottages, down in the lanes ; Then we'll steal through the halls, and softly creep Into the rooms where the village belles sleep ; And when they awake — ha ! ha ! what fun — We'll pinch their noses, and away we'll run, To set a snare for some schoolboy's feet, As he hurries along the slippery street. "Don't forget the school girls," h'm, let me see: They mustn't fall down, but they can't go free; So we'll bite their red cheeks and nip their ears, And stiffen their toes — but hark ! to their cheers The old-fashioned bob swings round to the gate, And in they scramble, they scarcely can wait For foot-bricks and shawls ; and the horses, proud Of the jingling bells and the laughter loud. Are pawing the ground ; 0 boys ! see them go ! Over the ice and the beautiful snow ! Waving their hands and shouting for joy: "Hurrah for Jack Frost, he's a merry old boy." Ruth May Fox. Salt Lake City, Utah.