Gilbert Burgess Poems

Daddy, ... where does this road go"
I'm not sure, son." I replied. "Would you like to find out?"
He smiled widely, his eyes sparkling in the bright, autumn sun.
Yeh!" He giggled, and began running down the unknown road.
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Gently it falls
Silently covering roads, trees, sidewalks, and all other matter of earth
It's so soft, light and fluffy. Cold to the touch.
It always brings a smile to my face and a warm, comfort to my soul.
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Slowly, the decorations come down.
The bows, the garland, the lights.
Each ornament is removed form the tree, carefully wrapped and put away.
The crystal swan from Aunt Mary,
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