Sharron Stephenson

The Snow - Poem by Sharron Stephenson

when the snow is just starting to fall,
the people are happy to play all day,
the views are different and days are short,
the nights are long,
the snow at day is white and pure,
the night time snow glistens with colour,
like dancing fairies having fun,
the snow that falls,
the boredom sets in,
when the snow goes the spring is due,
the first born lamds,
the leaves on the brown bark,
of the old tall trees

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 11, 2011

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