Post by Dorothy Fox on Feb 23, 2003 12:24:12 GMT -5
:)The day started with fierce winds blowing
through my driveway, filling it with the deep snow
but this didn't stop me from wanting to play,
on this extremely snowy day.
Shall I make a snow man, or a woman? Too much
for an angel in the snow, but a snow ball fight would
be my delight.
But then again, I guess I must just pretend and
sit at my window and watch the snow, and remember
my childhood, so long ago.
Of other snowy days, with winter stockings pulled
up high to keep my legs warm and dry, and boots so
hard to wear, those buckles were my despair.
So, maybe after all, it's best, just to remember those
days and stay in and rest.
through my driveway, filling it with the deep snow
but this didn't stop me from wanting to play,
on this extremely snowy day.
Shall I make a snow man, or a woman? Too much
for an angel in the snow, but a snow ball fight would
be my delight.
But then again, I guess I must just pretend and
sit at my window and watch the snow, and remember
my childhood, so long ago.
Of other snowy days, with winter stockings pulled
up high to keep my legs warm and dry, and boots so
hard to wear, those buckles were my despair.
So, maybe after all, it's best, just to remember those
days and stay in and rest.
