Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Hurry Mum

It is a wondrous feeling,
To awaken to a snow clad morning.
To look out through a frosted window
And watch the snowflakes, gently falling.

Then hear the sound of joyful voices
As children delight in the snow.
Mothers yelling, "keep your hats on,
You'll catch a cold out there you know."

But on deaf ears her warning falls,
It's out the door, and off they go.
Some are laughing, throwing snowballs
Some make angels in the snow.

Time for lunch, in they troop,
Ruddy cheeks, noses glowing.
Mums dish out tomato soup,
Hands round bowls, nicely thawing.

Waiting now, back at the door
All wrapped up, time to go. 
Eager now to play once more, 
Shouting, "Hurry mum, we'll miss the snow."

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Chris Green November 15, 2016 at 12:38 PM This was such a delightful read today Gary. So much fun and happiness is felt in your words. Reminds me of my youth when I lived in snow country with the exception of the tomato soup, I never cared for tomato soup. :) Gary Smith November 15, 2016 at 1:46 PM Thank you Chris. :)