It Is Freezing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It is freezing
We are going nowhere
Coldness in breezing
Gathering around here
We just walk the lake
On a frozen day
Together quack quack make
On our walking way


It is dark still
Even thou its noon
And a bit more chill
Is coming in soon
We together are close
Friends indeed are we
As the bitter grows
Winter becomes breezy

It is sub-zeros
Or so men have told
All of us are heroes
That to hope must hold
And we are never lonely
If we together are
One for each here only
Below a brightly star