Out In The Cold Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Our first fall of snow on a cold winters morn,
Grey skies above,
And christmas is near.
That time of the year for family and love,
Celebrations all round,
Filled with happiness and good cheer,
We must be grateful for the things that we have,
Remembering the homeless,
On the streets feeling bad,
For when we are tucked up,
In our warm cosy beds,
There's always some poor soul,
Less fortunate than ourself.



Jayne Louise Davies