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Mansfield, Ohio
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Winter was my season:
of course, it lasted a while,
so one learned to like it.
The cold would nip at my lungs
with frozen bites:
I didn't mind.
The snow crunched underfoot,
whispering secrets only
it trusted me to keep;
knowing what we talked about
would stay between
the snow and I.
The fireplace would wait
patiently, a reward for
shoveling the driveway,
ready to warm my body
after a hard
afternoon's work.
Christmas was magical:
memories of special times
spent with my family.
I believed Santa was real,
although he wore
my daddy's boots.
Winter was my season:
of course, it lasted a while,
so I learned to love it...
and oh, how I miss it now.
In my mind, I
go home a lot.

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.

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Reviewed by Carole Mathys 11/2/2005
A lovely trip down memory land Karla, thoughts of our youth always brings a flood of good memories...

peace and love, Carole
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/2/2005
(((Karla)))

*sigggggggggggggggh* o, how I miss Ohio and maman and daddy!! Thank you for evoking such pleasant memories; splendid poetry! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 11/2/2005
Wonderful poem Karla!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 11/2/2005
How very lovely Karla, such beautiful memories so wonderfully written, just loved this,

Reindeer
Reviewed by Paul Berube 11/2/2005
Karla,
The magic moments in life are with us forever. I still believe in Santa.
Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) 11/2/2005
Excellent poem. It is like sharing a light moment with you.
your brother abdi-noor
Reviewed by jude forese 11/1/2005
a nicely written special moment poem ...
Reviewed by Dawn Richerson 11/1/2005
this one's got all the pristine beauty of winter but infused with warmth and wonder (which those of you who love winter like this must think it really does :)). Dawn
Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart 11/1/2005
You've touched on something we all do, Karla. In my mind, I still celebrate holidays with my grandparents on the farm. Even though my grandpa passed away well over 20 years ago. Those memories are always a nice place to visit.
Reviewed by john zimmerman 11/1/2005
runching snow ,, i love snow that crunvhes and sqieeks under foot ---
a poignant and nostalgic piece

love john+

"Psss hatr to disolussion you.santa IS real
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 11/1/2005
This would sound great put to music. Winter wonderland tune would be cool.
Splendid poem/song..
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 11/1/2005
This is just beautiful, Karla, absolutely beautiful. "The snow crunched underfoot, / whispering secrets only / it trusted me to keep;" It does NOT get any better than that.
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 11/1/2005
Hometowns all hold special memories. I moved back to my hometown about eleven years ago and it is here I will stay. I am deep into the mountains where the deer and lions play and the rabbits have built homes around my wood pile. Nice, soothing write, Karla.

Sage
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 11/1/2005
My goodness!! So we are... on the same page! But think I'd swap my harrowed Tess for your fireside Kosy Karla with Kocoa and Kristmas any day! Can identify - always the MOST excited about this kind of nostalgia before the actual time sets in... by then, I'm usually looking forward to spring! Evocative and warming, Karla, thank you. LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by F William Broome 11/1/2005
Your excellent writing almost convinced me. But, not this Winter. I am happy and warmer in the South, and here I shall stay 'till Spring has sprung... and then some! - Bill
Reviewed by Michelle Mills 11/1/2005
Karla, this is one of your nicest pieces yet. I really felt this one deeply. Michelle



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