Snow
People say, “I hate winter,
I’m ready for spring.”
I’ve never heard a child say that,
they find joy in everything.
Some say, “Drat this blasted snow!
we need to have some sun.”
I’ve never heard a child say that,
they’re too busy having fun;
catching the flakes on their tongues,
creating snow angels on the ground,
sledding down the nearest hill,
building snowmen, fat and round.
Some see only the hindrance,
as the snow gets plowed back.
They say, “Isn’t this a mess?”
I’ve never heard a child say that.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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