Snowball hopes
Wool cap
Can’t save me
From rapid
Fire
Of snow balls
From my peers
Attacking in waves
Constantly
Need to focus now
I take snow shovel
And grab big pile
Then throw at
First two
They fall
And made time frame
For two of my
Snow balls
Hitting the other two
Fifth duck
And escape
Another pile
From shovel
Then I move left
Behind tree
And then behind
Small wall
That left from
Snow fortress
That was ruined
In yesterday attack
Of two brothers
Across the street
My companion was
Already at east
Side
Throwing like hell
And hitting
All around
But enemy
Little war continues
Then other side
Made moving fortress
With pile on sleds
Pushing it forward
They approaching
We were prepared
With lot of snowballs
They was just
At our reach
We were ready to shoot
And they to throw
Whole pile at us
Just at that crucial moment
Our moms call us
For supper
Unwillingly
And all wet
We declare truce
And end for day
Until another one
And another
Friendly war
On snow covered land
Of endless possibilities
Childhood dreams
Hopes
And trust in better tomorrow
A dusting today
But I like your poem
And the memories.
In fact; the day before you wrote this me and my brother were talking
About the fun we had in our " snowball wars "
In our neighborhood.
We had some Big ones too.
A lot of tough kids in my hood.
KS
We go back to the little things.
Thinking.
Big Dreams.
Yes exactly, somewhere in
Yes exactly, somewhere in that time we got our first lessons from life about life...it is good to remember