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At first sight of first snow colour 
Scrapbook memories stir with folk within
Where spirits of love, caring, and sharing were
Whispers of our life we shared, brings wet tears that blur
Of the old farmhouse toasty and warm within-doors
Stipend oak wood was fed into its heart to burn 
Fiery amber, yellow, and reds comforting flames would flicker
Crackling, sputtering sound of burning cinders

   Wisps of oak mixed with ma’s cooking would journey
Shimmying up its way through the chimney

   Outside world had been cloaked in a white glittery sheen
 
A heartwarming Snowman was always seen
Decked out in his red scarf and top hat beaming 
By the front porch greeting passersby 
 Red Birds perched and rustle the winter evergreens 
Conifer and denuded trees would unfurl a story book scene

   We would peek out the window when pa honked the horn  
On his 1940s green worn out pickup to warn
He was back with a fresh cut noble fir for Christmas morn


11/28/2016

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