Monica Engeler Poems
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Jack Frosts Winter Snow
Inch by inch the snow piles high
The land is blanketed white
Cold air shivers the inner space
There is no grass about of any trace.
Jack Frost struck our countryside
Telling us that winter is outside
Jack Frost go away winter is tired now
We all here want warm air and no frowns.
Swish, yet another storm travels north
More snow, more cold, more, more
The snow banks are so high that it covers all
All the bushes, fences, are swathed from snowfall.
Jack Frost please call off all those whiteouts
You see winter is tired of your bouts
Dreaming Of Wimbledon
Do you remember the long hours of practice?
Hitting those yellow tennis balls over the net
A forehand, a backhand time and time again
Do you think all the work is all really justice?
Did you ever wish of making the big leagues?
At least making it big in your favorite pastime,
Tennis the most frustrating game I can think of,
One day you win big, then you fall to pieces.