PoemA pretty brook was running at play
With little Jack Frost on a cold winter's day.
It stopped to rest at the foot of a hill
Making a pond all quiet and still.
"Aha!" said Jack Frost, "Now isn't that nice?"
And quickly he turned the water to ice.
Author Unknown
jpr: The native american's refer to jack frost as the old man that brings winter. His arrival is always a surprize.
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