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Winters of My Boyhood

my brothers laughed and shook me awake
inviting me to roll over and open the blinds
to see the dawn for myself

the winter winds had brought snowdrifts high as fences
and in all the morning radio reports we heard that
school had been canceled

so in light of the hazardous road conditions
we took to our sleds and inner-tubes
barely missing evergreens

I joined my big brothers in the front yard
where we made preparations to declare war
on the kids next door

they never stood much of a fair chance
as we tended eventually to resort
to guerrilla procedures

with our once bold snow-fortresses in sad shape
and our little hands bright red and numb
we retired inside for warm cocoa

gathered around the fireplace in our pajamas
we made a wish for enough new snow
that schools should never again open

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