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Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Winter Poem

By Ellen Younkins

I remember once when I loved the snow
but that my friends, was long ago.
As a child I sled and skated. And had such fun
with snowmen and snowladies that melted in the sun.
Now comes the dawn and the cold days ahead.
I'm afraid to venture out, so I stay in my bed.
And wonder aloud - where is the fun that I used to know
in the cold and the snow and and the winds that would blow.

[EDITORIAL NOTE: The supply of stories is running low, so if you've had one on your mind to write, now is the time. All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. Instructions are here.]

Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Ellen, I enjoyed your poem very much and, like you, enjoy winter albeit with accommodations. On some days, it is enjoyed from The Land of Counterpane.

Oh Ellen -- I, too, remember it well and miss the fun winter’s coming promised. It warms my heart, however, to see others experience the joyfulness of long cold winters that was once my own.

Great poem…Thanks…

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