Snow
Cold and white
Like clouds in a sky
Lots of it on the ground
Surrounding me
As I go
For my morning walk
I see an Amish man go by
On his snow plow
Pulled by horses
With a dog following
On the ground
And soon a path
Is being made
So that people
Can get to and from town
In the Amish community
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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