I Can Hear the Bells
The ground is frozen, lights are on,
white frost on trees, cool early morn,
Robins on hunt for garden worms,
evenings by fire, singing psalms,
when Reindeers bring Santa on tow,
happiness, expectations grow!
Written 11/December/21
Bite Size poetry contest (29)
Line Gauthier sponsored
8 syllables each line
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