A New England Winter (I Wrote This Myself) Poem by Erica Marie Martel

A New England Winter (I Wrote This Myself)

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I stare out the window,
at the snow on the ground,
on the biggest mountain,
on the smallest mound,
the wind makes it swirl,
around and around,
I look on in wonder,
not making a sound,

The trees glistening with snow,
the christmas trees row after row,
putting the sweetest smell in the air,
all i can do is stare,
as the lakes begin to freeze,
we all start to sneeze,
time to dig out the winter coat,
as the woods stoves start to smoke,

New England winters maybe harsh,
they maybe freezing cold,
you'll remember the stories when your old,
the fun times with friends,
the broken hearts starting to mend,
you'll share the fun times,
the hard times, the tears
Because love warms New England winters through all the years.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naseer Ahmed Nasir 10 February 2010

This poem seems like a beautiful tribute to New England winter, very expressive and very well written. Imagery is also good. Keep writing, Erica. Best Wishes. Naseer

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