Stuck inside for quite a few days
After the sky hurled down the ice, snow and freezing rain
Leaving bitter-cold temperatures that are quite frightening to hear
All the news reports suggest “staying inside and being safe”
I've decided to spend the days reading some on my collection of books
On past presidents such as Lincoln, Truman, Kennedy and Hoover in addition to
Sifting through information I've received of fascinating family stories and genealogy
Then writing letters to an old friend named Dot who is home-bound in another state
While sipping hot chocolate and nibbling on toast by the roaring crackling fireplace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem