The snow
The snow lay like a blanket upon the ground
The trees & bushes it does surround
In spots its dirty in spots its clean
Why does the dirt have to mess up the scene
To make snow angels upon the ground
Where the glistening snow does abound
To make angels in the snow
For you can do that wherever you go
To be a child again and play in the drift
Should be my lifes greatest wish
To know then What I know now
Would be wonderful that I do avow
poem by Bonnie B Long
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