Wintry Road Poem by Brett Pope Pope

Wintry Road



Snow-covered pine trees
line the frozen pathway home,
and we turn towards.
The world is an ocean of ice,
and we have one cold hand each.

Ice-covered small cars
Cover the only roads away
As we follow the path
We make it our mission to help
The only way we can think of

Sunday, January 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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