As I walked outside
My face can feel the cold
I am taking a stride
I see people young and old
Taking a stride down the snow on their sleds
I see lots of beautiful snow
And not so ripe trees
Winter is a season that makes me warm inside
Winter is a sad season to everyone
To me, winter is a happy season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey! Hey! I agree. I was born in the far North of Canada, in among the snow drifts. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline