Snow - Poem by Elia Michael
The bright morning sunlight enters my room
A patch of gold by the side of my bed
I look at it as it dispels the gloom
Reflecting its glow on my red bedspread
What shall I do today where shall I go?
I look through the window and all is white
A scene of joy, one to enjoy, look - snow!
It sparkles and glints the sun's golden light
I think back to days past when I was young
The first fall of snow was a wondrous sight
We skated and slid and slipped all day long
And threw snowballs in days clear and bright
Now the sight of snow means a lot of work
Clearing roads and paths where dangers lurk
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