A Winter Walk

Winter in the city Is a beautiful sight Though others may Disagree With spite I walk down the road Breathe in the air And all around At the landscape I stare A tree all alone Ducks on a lake Snow on the ground Like icing On cake The ground underneath Is muddy and wet Some dry spots are found In which I step I turn down a street Pass by a home Buried under lights And in the yard A gnome Now I'm back at my house What a wonderful walk But now it must end With the turning Of A Lock