Saturday, 17 April 2010

winter magic



Winter magic


Falling softly, snow upon the ground
Lying gently makes no sound.
Purest white, against the darkest night
A picture postcard, such a beautiful sight

Footprints left leave a trail.
Faces numb cold and pale
Building snowmen and having fun.
A time of great excitement for all
Throwing snowballs then running away.
Friends and family happily play.

Snowboards, sledges whatever you can find.
Going at speed and crashing on your behind.
Excitement and thrill adrenalin ride.
Butterflies, beaming smiles happy inside
Back and forth again and again
Are we just mad or merely insane?

Time to go, back home we trudge.
Who was the best not easy to judge.
Clothes wet/dirty into machine.
Off for a shower/bath, scrub ourselves clean.
A wonderful day almost at the end
But did it go the way some might intend.

Ready for bed, time to sleep, looking ahead.
Warm and cosy wrapped up in bed.
Dreaming of the events of the day
Reliving each moment in our own special way
What tomorrow will bring who can say?
Hoping for another fun filled day. 




1 comment:

  1. Winter magic


    Falling softly, snow upon the ground
    Lying gently makes no sound.
    Purest white, against the darkest night
    A picture postcard, such a beautiful sight

    Footprints left leave a trail.
    Faces numb cold and pale
    Building snowmen and having fun.
    A time of great excitement for all
    Throwing snowballs then running away.
    Friends and family happily play.

    Snowboards, sledges whatever you can find.
    Going at speed and crashing on your behind.
    Excitement and thrill adrenalin ride.
    Butterflies, beaming smiles happy inside
    Back and forth again and again
    Are we just mad or merely insane?

    Time to go, back home we trudge.
    Who was the best not easy to judge.
    Clothes wet/dirty into machine.
    Off for a shower/bath, scrub ourselves clean.
    A wonderful day almost at the end
    But did it go the way some might intend.

    Ready for bed, time to sleep, looking ahead.
    Warm and cosy wrapped up in bed.
    Dreaming of the events of the day
    Reliving each moment in our own special way
    What tomorrow will bring who can say?
    Hoping for another fun filled day.

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