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