Beautiful Snow Poem by J.B. LeBuert

Some have never had the pleasure,
Never had the joy and taken the measure,
Of snow drifts and snowmen, and all the play;
With school out, because it's another snow day.

I remember all the days and nights, watching a blizzard.
Surely there'd be no school, without the help of a wizard.

Some say they rather live and work in the South.
Only children will never let those words, out their mouth.

Because I was a Yankee, a long time ago;
Each winter I look forward to, the wonderful white show.
All those who were born up in the cold places,
Understand fun is had, in the snow, with smiles on their faces.
Trying to tell what it's like, from watching TV,
Is like trying to tell a blind man, what it's like to see.
For us that know the joys of the snow, it's the best to me.
Unless you're hard hearted, and don't know why,
Love is growing up where the snowflakes fly.