"winter's Day"

“My Winner’s Day” Walking in a winter’s wonder land, Feet wrapped in gunnysacks, making tracks, Eyes blinded by snow glare, “I‘m a man!” In hand I carry my wood chopping ax, Fervently looking for a Cotton Tail to wax. My passion in a winter’s wonder land, The snow is deep under gunnysack feet, My thoughts address growing up to be this man, A ten year old searching for something to eat, The beans and spuds are near unto deplete! A blue northern winter grips Arkansas, To find a rabbit to eat would be such a treat, No hope or time to wait for an early spring thaw, The cold is penetrating my gunny sacked feet, I tread on hoping this growling stomach to beat. Walking in 1957’s winter wonder land, A family to poor to pay even attention, One day I’ll beat this oppressive fate’s hand, So hurts my heart even now to make mention, Though I know in heaven I have Love’s pension. This story tells of my joy in the winter time, Despite near frozen gunny sacked, feet, I enjoyed winter, each minute was truly mine, I found inner true self, though body near deplete, Matters not was a bit short on something to eat! For welcoming winter contest In Honor of Carol Brown