Oldman Winter
Winter isn't very far from here.Just the distance to the meadow,you can see his
lurking shadow.Dream's of snowflake's dancing towards the willow
top's,spreading out like a white quilt blanketing the ground.From the direction of
the sunrise,I can hear the'January train, trumpeting like the midnight owl,Hoooo,
Hooo.Smoke stack's billowing pillow's of burnt coal toward's the sky.
Copyright © Alicia Diel | Year Posted 2007
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