Watching snow and ice form within an imaginary reality
being created this very moment, able to reproduce what
was seen as a child living in New Jersey.
Still able to remember every detail and the fun we had
making snow angels, snow cars and all sorts of pretend
things our childish minds could conjure up.
Even now, as a senior citizen still able to do the same
thing while thinking outside the box or mind if you like,
enjoying the ease in which it's being accomplished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem