Rare Snowfall
The white snowfields of my childhood
are but fond memories today
in mild winters where I live
some fifteen hundred miles away.
Today I wakened to a sight
that carried me back in time,
bright snow lies on the ground,
the trees are rimmed in rime.
In winters of the long ago
my daddy kept a pretty sleigh
and horse or two to pull it
on a splendid bright, winter day.
Over-coats, scarves and galoshes,
all were ours in good supply
to get us through winter
and snow drifts, mountain high.
I wish that I could conjure up
a horse and Daddy’s big red sleigh
that I could take for a drive
on such a sunny winter’s day.
I’d gather up my grandchildren
in my big sleigh for a ride.
to show the beauty of
a wintry countryside.
For Catie's syllable contest won a 5rth place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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