When I go rolling on my skateboard,
I feel the wind blow on my face.
My body glides along in freedom,
And then my foot keeps up the pace.
As far as we can see,
The fields snow-covered be.
The wind picks up a load,
Blows snow drifts 'cross the road.
Babbling brook still runs
Beneath the blanket of snow.
Waters of life flow.
To rhyme or not to rhyme
Is not the question.
Neither is it based on
Facts or on fiction.
I also write using the pseudonym of May Lyn (ML) .