Winter Felt Magical
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Time embellishes memories of youth
when winter felt magical and much more.
I was oblivious to the cold truth;
and with snow skis strapped to my feet, I'd soar.
Come Christmas, I'd write Santa a letter
while my mom hung a wreath on our front door.
And homemade snow cones sure tasted better
than the popsicles purchased from a store.
Winter was a time I'd look forward to,
a time to build snow forts and slide down hills.
And snowball fights were a fun thing to do,
like riding toboggans and taking spills.
Yesterdays weren't frightened of tomorrows,
for innocence knew nothing of sorrows.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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