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Winters Memories
I Look Out In The Cool, Crisp Air,
Snow Is Falling Everywhere.
It Starts To Cover As It Falls,
Some Places Drifts, As High As Walls.
After The Storm It Is So Calm,
I Put Some Snow Onto My Palm.
It Is So Cold And Oh So Clean,
I Think Back When I Was A Teen.
I Loved The Snow, I Loved The Fun,
We Frolicked Under Cool, Bright Sun.
We Used To Slide, We Used To Play,
Were Never Bored In Any Way.
Had Snowball Fights & Had Our Forts,
We Built Them All Of Many Sorts.
Some Were Long & Some Were High,
I Think Back To These Days & Sigh.
Oh, To Be A Kid Once More,
Get Home From School & Out The Door.
I'd Take My Hockey Stick & Net,
A Game For Sure We'd Have, I Bet.
Now I'm Back To Present Time,
And Thinking Of A Word To Rhyme.
I'm Looking Out My Window Here,
It's Snowing & I Want To Cheer.
Your poem stirred memories for me too of childhood snowmen and snowball fights.There's no snow where I live now.Just as well as I would find it a cold,uncomfortable nuisance these days.But thanks for the memory of youth.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.
Excellent write. I enjoyed this very much. Ah, to be young again. We can be though, through our poetry. Peace- CJ
Oh to be a child again. Thanks for the memories. I now live in an area where there is no snow aand I am ever so greatful. Linda
After reading this, I had the same thoughts, back in my teen years, and even earlier! Great memories! Great poem!