Author Eleanor Agnes Lee The snow is lying very deep. My house is sheltered from the blast. I hear each muffled step outside, I hear each voice go past. But I'll not venture in the drift Out of this bright security, Till enough footsteps come and go To make a path for me. Tags snow house Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments