Snow 42 Years In The Making Poem by Elisabeth Wingle

i actually sent my first comment prematurely! i'll blame the computer! i was about to say: i read those 'favorite lines' maybe three times before i noticed 'the dreaded typo'! ! ! do you see it? one letter is wrong. hee-hee. i wonder if you spelled it that way at age 12. you are STILL a Spring Chicken compared to me, and a chicken egg still in a nest compared to Wes! bri :) i think in 1973 i first worked for the post office. ah, memories!

I am reading the poems of Elisabeth. I am thoroughly entertained. I never had the nerve to write a poem until my late fifties and that was about a trip to England. It was in doggerel form. Good for you. My daughter keeps close watch on her elderly parents. She is now the strength of many. My son waited until almost fifty to start his family but she is magnificent. I am a snow lover as well.

I ❤️ This! Your 12 yr old self is wise... I have the same reaction in my 40's... Snow brings shoveling and work, car accidents, a dirty house, a wet dog, increased risk of stroke and falling, higher heating bills, etc.. But really... It is a beautiful wonder of nature that brings snowmen, forts, beauty, light, hot chocolate, and a fiery hearth! :)