Tobogganing Poems - Poems about Tobogganing

...I am dreaming of a white Christmas, Where the earth is reborn covered with a fresh blanket of snow. The beauty of the spruce and pines when they are touched with snow, They look very majestic an......

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...The snowflake tumbles to the ground, Twirling about and falling slowly. The spruces and pines are touched with snow, When the sun shines, the snow sparkles. The rooftops of the houses are cov......

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...The cheap thrill tobogganing down the slope of the Aberfeldie Park hill on a piece of cardboard then adventuring to the smuggler's cave near the Maribyrnong River searching for buried treasure.......

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...Snowflakes are forming an enormous heap together they become one as they land. Be careful where you step; it is quite deep. Ever gently he takes my frost kissed hand, we glide on ice through ......

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...He is listening to Mozart with his feet up, too mature to get into all the drama anyhow. There are fluffy marshmallows in his cocoa cup. their work has been done for a fortnight now. Mrs. Claus......

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...The Seasons The changing seasons —winter, spring, summer, and fall— I love them all. Variety is said to be the spice of life, And I enjoy their arrivals and departures, Each season uni......

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...Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass......

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...Grey is an in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass.......

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...Submitted for contest: A Child's Home adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom, Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home I was brought......

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...Those winter blahs, they're with us again They can drag us down without doubt It makes us feel like cursing bloody murder Can't take it, I just want to shout After all these years......

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...When snow starts falling in Canada We know winter games shall begin. Do we just sit around fireplaces? No, that would be a sin. Snowball fights daily in our schoolyards, Till the bell calls the......

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...Hopscotch, barbie dolls, playing house and jump rope Puddle jumping, finger painting, needing lots of soap Baking cookies, stuffed animals and having a pet rock Vibrant drawings on the driveway with ......

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...Gently falling silence White envelopes everything Cool breeze upon my face A piercing subtle sting Beautiful shapes falling Not visible to the naked eye Symbolizing Mother Nature Must we say......

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