“The aging process
Has you firmly in its grasp,
If you never get the urge,
To throw a snowball.”
Doug Larson
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
It surely must have snowed here all night
As my dogs and I stepped outside at dawn
We were greeted by a snowy mornin delight
I suddenly felt just like a young child again
As I had on so many snowy childhood morns
And all of my dogs pranced around like pups
In this snowy mornin delight, we were re-born
As they all began excitedly racing all around
I soon began constructing a gigantic snowman
When my wife soon came out to see the snow
She too thought this snowy mornin was grand
And soon, that child inside me peeked out
And he quickly pelted her with a snowball
Of course, she soon retaliated with her own
And now, it was a snowy mornin free-for-all
Dogs never sit out any type of game
So they very quickly pounced on me
As my wife laughed and roared at us
The child in my soul was filled with glee
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
It surely must have snowed here all night:
As my dogs and I stepped outside at dawn,
We were greeted by a snowy mornin delight.
©2008, A Very Wet Mr. Ed
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Great poem.
Love,
Becca~
Thanks for sharing!
I love the picture too, this is an Ideal winter scene.
I love the child in you.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A 'Delight' for the eyes and the mind - great image; phenom write!!
Always the Best,
Lance
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.