The Wild, Driven Snow Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

The Wild, Driven Snow



</>I walk to the store

It is the dead of winter

And my soft footfalls
make patterns
in the snow

Chunks of crystal float in the air
that is dark and swirling


Godbless

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Louis Rams 31 May 2009

search the footprints and you will see, that the patterns are made for you and me. look upon a rug, or the tile on the floor, and you will see GODS gift forever more. another gr8t write

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R Milana 17 February 2009

simple but impressive...nice one

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Junior Pocoloco 07 February 2009

Your poetry also makes footprints in us, good poem, simple is best, I say no more.

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