Yesterday I walked along a beach
no more than fifty miles away.
The sun was out and it was warm.
Got home late last night
and went straight to bed.
Woke up this morning
the sky had turned to grey
and little white fleece
was bombarding us from the heavens.
It was snowing quite heavily,
lying on the ground,
making a white carpet there.
The more I watched from my window
the larger the fleece got.
I watched the inches build up,
wondering when it was going to stop.
I didn’t really care if it did,
as it was nice to see
the white stuff falling from the sky,
even if it was in April.
My thoughts were
is someone trying to tell us
that it’s Christmas again.
6 April 2008
You can have it all David...we had enough this year...record amounts....but I just heard they are calling for more....you just keep it....please....it's all pretty and stuff till you have to shovel it just to find your car buried in a drift
Where's my stocking...i found the sled....TOP MARKS indeed, from me to you, David! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't want christmas again my friend, I want it over and summer here again... Andy 10