Sunday, December 12, 2010

Old Man Winter

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Old Man Winter

didn't knock at my door.

He pounded and slammed,

left mud and snow on my floor.

He was bitter and cold

dressed all in white,

icy blue eyes

and breath with a bite.

I asked him how long

he planned to stay?

March? April?

Not longer, I pray!

"I love freezing rain,

sleet and snow.

I spread ice

wherever I go!"

I grabbed my mittens

got ready to play

If you can't beat him, join him

and have a SNOW DAY!

By: Dawn Gibson

1 comment:

  1. HERE WE GO AGAIN! I wrote a poem LAST week, you write one THIS week! I wonder if our cycles coincide. LOVE THE POEM.