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Southern Snowfall by Janet Brice Parker Monday, January 10, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
SOUTHERN SNOWFALL I watched the snow fall last night And awoke to chrystal white, packed against our cabin. The cleansing smell of snow. The sound of silent brightness. Southern snow, a rarity. Fifty-eight years ago, school was out for a week. In my young mind, heaven had arrived on earth. Days on end, Linda McDaniel and I played until the skin on our faces burned. Homework free, we played. We flew on our sled down the long sloping yard of the town grump. He did not emerge from his mansion. I wonder if he secretly smiled at the sight of us from his window. Fifty-eight years later, I sink my bare feet into the depths of blinding whiteness and wish I could fly down old man Sanderson�s yard.

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Reviewed by D. Vaineo	1/11/2011

Janet, We are all in this together. 'We are the World'. Simply written and 'down to earth' poetry. Always, Deborah




Reviewed by Karen Palumbo	1/10/2011

Very moving cultural piece showing that the reality is that there can be no limits as we are all human, very moving... Be always safe, Karen




Reviewed by Connie Faust	1/10/2011

For me, having a friend of another color is kind of exciting. I live in a mostly white area, so there's not much opportunity for mingling here. I have friends who are black on Authors' Den, though, and I'm especially happy about that. Other than that, I like the poem and the plain facts it contains, that we are very much alike on the inside. Connie




Reviewed by The Poetess	1/10/2011

I love the punchline in the end. "So what..." indeed.




Reviewed by Felix Perry	1/10/2011

Being best friends is not contingent on race, religion, age, social standings or for that matter anything other than making a heart and soul connection that lasts forever.... fee