Best Sleds Poems

We used to walk through the winter snow, 
Our feet treading high, we are stomping our way. 
My sister was by my side.  We were ready to have the fun we know, 
She holds my hand as we cross the bridge.  
We walked...

Continue reading...

My mother had written in a letter that the snow hides the ugliness of the City
I mulled over in my mind the many ways that this is true
Children having a snowball fight
Snow falling at times very hard that things in front of me were out...

Continue reading...