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 and beautiful.
When I look out of the window I see the town, snow everywhere,
The beautiful snowflakes have created their own magic.
A winter's day beautiful and yet you have to be cautious,
Sidewalks cleaned so the pedestrians can walk safely.
Sledding and tobogganing down the hill, winter's delight,
Skiers dressed warmly, they caress the slopes and ski to a halt.
Pedestrians dress warmly in their winter wear,
Warm coats, slacks, caps, mittens and fashionable boots.
That's a winter paradise here, the houses covered in snow,
Santa and the reindeer could have guested.
The beauty of winter, like a papal carpet of friendship,
Christmas songs come once more sung by our favorite performers.
Olympians training for competition,the many winter sports are represented,
Canada known for their white winter and sports.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Categories:
tobogganing, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, december,
Form: Free verse
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 covered with snow,
Santa's favorite roofs are blessed.
At Christmas Santa and the reindeer land on the roof,
The countryside looks like a Christmas postcard.
Parents and children go sledding and tobogganing,
Skating and skiing their favorite winter hobbies.
Skiers caress the the tall mountain slopes,
Skiing carefully snow plowing to a stop.
The restaurant is there if you wish a delicious lunch,
Keeping warm and receiving food deliciously cooked.
A snowy day appreciated and savored,
God's blessings continue and are revered.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
tobogganing, appreciation, beauty, blessing, celebration,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
tobogganing, fun,
Form: Free verse
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 winter wonderland
listening to the song of the bells band.
In the candy cane forest reindeer prance,
a light breeze sends an aromatic smell,
the sugar plum fairies sing and we dance.
Upon me casted is a divine spell
a holiday miracle that is swell,
down the tobogganing hill we do yell.
An illuminating tree lights our way,
together we build a jolly snowman
we joyfully sing and laugh everyday.
Maybe he can be our jolly best fan,
this vacation I will not get a tan.
Nosey elves know how much I love this man.
Beautiful mistletoe hangs proud above
I am ready to confess my true love.
December 20, 2018
Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
7th Place
Categories:
tobogganing, adventure, cute love, desire,
Form: Sonnet
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 I still can't stand winter
Indoors for at least six months
As the years fly by, it gets harder to endure
As a kid I enjoyed winter once
Not a complainer, enjoy life to the fullest
But I wish they could cancel winter
Might even try coercing those weather gods
As I let out an audible whimper
I'll continue to try to lead an exemplary life
If winter could just be canceled
Never to complain about the wind and the rain
As long as our winter is annulled
This obviously sounds a bit selfish of me
There's many enjoying the cold
Skiing and tobogganing and having a great time
I'm not cut from that outdoorsy mould
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
tobogganing, winter,
Form: Narrative
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 them in.
Rosie red cheeks on children,
Mittens with scarf’s and hats,
Snowmen in every front yard,
Put away are the bats.
Indoors a haven for cats.
Ski’s out and waxed,
Skates sharp as knives,
Skating rinks are full
Of children, husband, wives.
Tobogganing so exiting,
Curling extremely fun,
Hockey, number one.
Cold feet,
Hot chocolate.
Winter.
10.14.2014
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
I do not Know
7th
Categories:
tobogganing, cool, fun, hockey, snow,
Form: Rhyme
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 colorful chalk
Dance recitals, swimming lessons and girl guides
Zoo visits, riding bikes and amusement rides
Beach pails, sand castles, playing in the sun
Building snow men, tobogganing, oh what fun
Make up, nail polish, and lots of pretty dresses
Pigtails, clips and head bands that tie up lovely tresses
Bubble baths, cuddles and telling fairy tales
Playing dress up... pretend weddings with silky veils
Hide and go seek, swing rides and trips to the dollar store
Tea sets, making crafts and laughter and smiles galore
Kisses, hugs, abundance of love, never will she be deprived
Time to rejoice for my precious first grand child has arrived.
Abigail Clara Rose
Born March 11, 2012
Categories:
tobogganing, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
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 goodbye?
The dance embarks traditions
Sledding, ice skating and tobogganing
Increasing is its magical rhythm
Watching our children dance and sing
In the blink of an eye it dissipates
As the warmth of sun comes out to play
White landscape has now departed
Awaiting idle for another day
Categories:
tobogganing, introspection, life, nature, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme