A Day With Old Man Frost
A Day with Old Man Frost
Old Man Frost can be cross.
All the warm is now lost.
Close your coat up so tight.
Get that nose out of sight.
Gray clouds grow large and loom.
Skies are dark with chilled gloom.
There’s a storm in the air.
Folks on land must take care.
Flake by flake falls the snow
while cold wet winds do blow.
As day goes by it mounts
for each new inch we count.
Snow’s up to the front door.
We have no want for more.
It’s time to say,” White Out.”
right here and there’s no doubt.
Some folks write down the date
times Old Man Frost was great.
This is one of his days
when he had all his ways.
2/9/18
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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