Snow
In the morning they were cold and looked outside:
what a sight to see; they almost cried,
as they frowned and muttered, 'No':
Grown-ups full of woe!
Awful day!
Snow.
Children play,
laughing faces glow,
dancing, running, on the go,
taking turns to pull a sledge and ride;
in the morning they were cold and looked outside...
written 23rd November for Emile's Andaree contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2018
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