Winter
When snow starts falling in Canada
We know winter games shall begin.
Do we just sit around fireplaces?
No, that would be a sin.
Snowball fights daily in our schoolyards,
Till the bell calls them in.
Rosie red cheeks on children,
Mittens with scarf’s and hats,
Snowmen in every front yard,
Put away are the bats.
Indoors a haven for cats.
Ski’s out and waxed,
Skates sharp as knives,
Skating rinks are full
Of children, husband, wives.
Tobogganing so exiting,
Curling extremely fun,
Hockey, number one.
Cold feet,
Hot chocolate.
Winter.
10.14.2014
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
I do not Know
7th
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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