Winter Of 63 - Poem by Marilyn Lott
It was a winter like no other
I remember it very well
Ice thick as planks and snow
Grabbed hard as it fell.
It was decorative, I give it that
Quite beautiful you could say
Icy lace hung like curtains, haven’t
Seen anything like it to this day.
But, of course, nothing lasts forever
The ice melted and it broke free
But still I will always remember
That amazing winter of 1963.
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