Best Childhoodsnow Poems
The white snowfields of my childhood
are but fond memories today
in mild winters where I live
some fifteen hundred miles away.
Today I wakened to a sight
that carried me back in time,
bright snow lies on the ground,
the trees are rimmed in rime.
In winters of the long ago
my daddy kept a pretty sleigh
and horse or two to pull it
on a splendid bright, winter day.
Over-coats, scarves and galoshes,
all were ours in good supply
to get us through winter
and snow drifts, mountain high.
I wish that I could conjure up
a horse and Daddy’s big red sleigh
that I could take for a drive
on such a sunny winter’s day.
I’d gather up my grandchildren
in my big sleigh for a ride.
to show the beauty of
a wintry countryside.
For Catie's syllable contest won a 5rth place
When the snow flakes fall and hit my face,
I look up at time and space.
I feel the joy that is childhood,
and I let go of everything where I stood.
I remember the snow and what it was all about,
when school was canceled and you rushed out.
We didn't bundle up, even though it was cold,
we just ran out and played, because we would never get old.
With our sleds in hand, we stood at the top of the hill,
looking down the mountain, and building up the thrill.
We were carefree and it was perfect that way,
the only thing we wanted, was for it to never end that day.
Racing up and down and declaring a winner,
the hardest part of the day was washing your hands for dinner.
It was so cold out, that the moment froze in my mind,
this is one past time, I'll never leave behind.