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Southern Snowfall
by Janet Brice Parker

Monday, January 10, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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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 Sandersonís yard.

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Reviewed by D. Vegas 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....
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