Words are the soul's ambassadors, who go abroad upon her errands to and fro.
--James Howell--
February 24, 2009
Winter
We are having a very unusual winter...two days of rain now and the snow on the ground has turned to ice. I work on the playground every morning and the kids love it. Here is a poem I wrote when I was a kid. Just added a background. Enjoy!
Your poem is darling. Just the way it was! When I was a kid (h.s.) we used to take our sleds down Temple Hill. They would block off 2nd East, so we could keepagoing, sparks flying where the snow was worn off to the black top. Oh to be 70 again!
Love you! Marge in the beautiful white Cache Valley
clever girl!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is darling. Just the way it was!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid (h.s.) we used to take our sleds down Temple Hill. They would block off 2nd East, so we could keepagoing, sparks flying where the snow was worn off to the black top.
Oh to be 70 again!
Love you! Marge in the beautiful white Cache Valley