My Children's Ice Capades
no skating on pond adventurous lads along the run
day was clear amidst the cattails and sun
splash not so fun winter days parade the grounds
where footprint were not found
walking where no man has walked below
eight to ten inches of freshly laid snow
pounding the powder they hit me with a snowball
snowman business doing well as icy fortresses fall
well when I was your age not much has changed in childs play
I yell out the door what are you doing by the way
I caught you did I being children again
writing hearts I luv you on the panes
snow angels to snow cream to hot cocoa steam
a lot has been done amidst this wintry scene
there is more to come this story I am telling
from the door outside I heard some yelling
my swords man son fencing icicles on the eve
something like take that and that I believe
using a swim float neon-noodle type
he was having trouble winning the fight
curious I asked did he talk to icicles but
he said no what do you think I am nuts
I told him icicles could be cold and indifferent
they are very cold and in different…. shapes
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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