Out of the west last night it came,
Filled with warmth and a little rain,
And on it's crest, as it swept by,
The noises rode on the wind up high.
The doors were pounded by a spirit hand
Asking admittance, with stern demand.
But in the morning, what did we see?
The snow had vanished from field and tree.
This was written by my Grandmother, Eva Fischer, a Pioneer woman,
born in Palouse City, Washington Territory. She was truly an inspiration
for me in developing an interest in verse.