Winter Vacation Poem by Pene Burkey

As far as we can see,
The fields snow-covered be.
The wind picks up a load,
Blows snow drifts 'cross the road.
Barren trees are at rest,
Count the many bird nests.
Farmer's work has slowed down,
Time to shop....off to town! !
The holiday is here,
Brings festive family cheer.
The days go by too fast,
To make vacation last.
Iowa....soon we leave,
Take roads that wind and weave.
Head east towards Ohio,
New Jersey....home we go.

Riddle:
What two words are spelled the same,
But have a different sound,
One is used as a verb,
The other as a noun?


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