Shadow Hamilton Poet Verse

Heading North

Off into the deepest North
At the pole an arrow points.
Santa's village this way it says.
Tiny figures franticly bustling'

Only five months left
and mountains of presents
still to be made and wrapped
then loaded onto Santa's sleigh.

All the children dreaming blissfully
seeing that red nose sparkling
and hearing the whoosh 
watch Santa looping the sky.

Scattering snow flakes
far and wide in his wake.
The moon beams down
and the north star twinkles.

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Sara Kendrick August 5, 2015 at 3:58 PM Ahh!! Christmas will soon be here..Those mountain of presents will need to be made..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2015 at 4:49 PM ty Sara hugs

Lyva Marty August 2, 2015 at 12:49 AM How your pen glows in this winter-like poem, Shadow.Glad I dropped by. Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2015 at 4:49 PM ty Lyva hugs

Dr. Upma A. Sharma July 30, 2015 at 11:53 PM Very lovely Shadow! Such a beautiful imagery n expression! Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2015 at 4:48 PM ty Dr Upma hugs

Afolabi Muideen July 30, 2015 at 6:34 PM A wonderful write from you, I love how you penned and your subject.........A.M. Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2015 at 4:48 PM Ty A.M hugs

Andrea Dietrich July 30, 2015 at 4:03 PM oh my, you are ALREADY getting in the XMas spirit. I love CHRstimas but I so hate to think of my summer going going gone.... nice seeing this one. Shadow Hamilton August 5, 2015 at 4:43 PM ty Andrea hugs