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The Weary Winter Snow

The snow white blanket glistening so brightly all around has grown so very tired as the winter's winding down. Oh how we long for Springtimes' sun to smile about the place to melt the weary winter snow and wash its' dirty face. But when the old and forlorn snow has melted we shall find we'll curse all of the Springtime mud that it will leave behind. This was inspired by Moggie, the woman I was aid and companion to, when she was commenting on the dirty snow and said someone should write a poem about it. I wrote this for her and I wanted to share this with you. RG

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 2/15/2009 12:02:00 PM
drop the 1st that hon, & chnage the 2nd one to something else...ex. which Winter's sand has left behind.....or something maintaining the 8/6 meter of most of the lines. (Good one for Bonsai Dreams) Love Debbie
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Date: 1/27/2009 5:00:00 PM
So much truth in this one, though I'd much rather have the mud than the below zero temps we've had in North Dakota lately. Good title. Nice dedication. Keep on writing! Karen
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Date: 1/27/2009 3:50:00 PM
Robin, this is an awesome little poem! Bet your friend loves it! I do! So sweet of you, bet it makes her smile big. Love, Shar
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Date: 1/27/2009 1:12:00 PM
what a perfect poem for the coming season, nicely rhymed and well done!..liked it lotz* Maryam
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Date: 1/27/2009 12:21:00 PM
Yeah well now Ms. Robin you gots all this new snow to cover up da nasty dirty stuff. Aren't sooo lucky. loveudo, Laurie
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Date: 1/27/2009 12:08:00 PM
I know I will - mud season is almost here! YAY/NOOOOOO! lol love this, me
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Date: 1/27/2009 9:41:00 AM
snow covers a multitude of sins. but when the Son melts them away the dirt is reaveiled. john
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Date: 1/27/2009 8:49:00 AM
Yup , Moggie had her finger on the pulse , and Robin had the pen to capture it , in perfect poetry .....
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Date: 1/27/2009 8:35:00 AM
Wonderful write Robin. Love the rhyming in the piece. It is true that we want the snow to go away but we will curse the springtime mud that remains..we are tough audience to please. Good job!
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Date: 1/27/2009 8:00:00 AM
Yep...the mud and gunk leftover by Mr. Winter! Not quite the beautiful part of season's change! :)~ Carrie
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Date: 1/27/2009 6:46:00 AM
The rhyme is absolutely perfect and the irony in this is humorous and so clearly expressed. A perfect write. Michael
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