Saturday, 23 January 2016 11:36 pm
That Snow Fun
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deckardcanineWhen I was but a babe in arms, I had no love for snow,
That cold stuff falling from the sky; I’m sure it scared me so.
Within my early childhood, my feelings turned around:
I felt more joy the deeper it became upon the ground.
In later years, I didn’t go for sleds or snowball fights,
But thicker snow at least meant peace and cleanly pretty sights.
Adulthood came, and then I reached my disenchanted age,
When snow would chiefly mean I had a shovel to engage.
My office doesn’t cancel work; it’s not like missing school.
I might just work from home until the power’s out (not cool).
But if the words of other folk are any indication,
The day may come when I return to snowfall admiration.
That cold stuff falling from the sky; I’m sure it scared me so.
Within my early childhood, my feelings turned around:
I felt more joy the deeper it became upon the ground.
In later years, I didn’t go for sleds or snowball fights,
But thicker snow at least meant peace and cleanly pretty sights.
Adulthood came, and then I reached my disenchanted age,
When snow would chiefly mean I had a shovel to engage.
My office doesn’t cancel work; it’s not like missing school.
I might just work from home until the power’s out (not cool).
But if the words of other folk are any indication,
The day may come when I return to snowfall admiration.