SNOW FUN
Snow is falling, flakes big as your eye!
Pure white, its' beauty emits an 'ah-ing' sigh
Skies above appear as a milky gray
Evergreens adorned as glistening snows lay.
Reminiscent of times gone by
When mounds would cumulatively lie
Snowmen created and snowballs thrown
We played amidst that snow so blown.
Anxiously we'd don our gear with great haste!
Ankle deep, knee deep, even to the waist
We'd play and romp, frolick and slide
And on our red and brown sleds we'd glide.
For hours upon hours outdoors we'd play
Until we finally came in at the end of the day;
Off came each wet boot, scarf and glove
Hot cocoa served expressed thru Mom's love.
To be a child and enjoy all of the snowfall,
Unlike adults who might deem it awful,
Snow-white mountains are a child's glee
With no other place he'd rather be.
© Mel Patterson, 1-8-11
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Saturday, January 08, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
SNOW ANGEL
Little girl pink and pretty playing in the snow
Frolicking, tumbling, running, and on the go
Bundled up warmly, head to toe
Now supine through a sled-like slide
Gleefully waving an arm by each side
And creating snow angel wings that glide.
There is such joy to watch this little girl
Crowned with brunnette helmet of curl
Dreaming of balleting in graceful twirl.
The Seasons come and go but..
Winter's her delight!
Watching her snow-happiness,
O such a sight!
To be her age again?
I would in a minute,
if I might...
if I might..
if I might.
© Mel Patterson, 12-330-10
Frolicking, tumbling, running, and on the go
Bundled up warmly, head to toe
Now supine through a sled-like slide
Gleefully waving an arm by each side
And creating snow angel wings that glide.
There is such joy to watch this little girl
Crowned with brunnette helmet of curl
Dreaming of balleting in graceful twirl.
The Seasons come and go but..
Winter's her delight!
Watching her snow-happiness,
O such a sight!
To be her age again?
I would in a minute,
if I might...
if I might..
if I might.
© Mel Patterson, 12-330-10
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