-->“Every winter now my thoughts return to snow.
Snow is something I identify myself with.
Like my father, I am a snow person.”

Charlie English

Music: Magic Travels

Another batch of fluffy white snow
Fell from the heavens last night
Tater woke me long before dawn
Snowfall fills both of us with delight

Both of us know that the arrival of this new snow
Is much better than the recent Arctic Twenty Below
Tater attempts to prod me, and brings me his leash
I dress as quickly as I can, so the two of us can go

And soon, the two of us are out the door
Surveying our new snow-covered landscape
I could never live anywhere, not having snow
For the next batch of snow, I always seem to wait

Snow has been a part of my life since my childhood
I so relished playing in it, as now my loyal canines do
Some people curse and moan, whenever the snow arrives
For me, the soothing white snowflakes never make me blue

And whenever it snows, I soon find myself walking in its midst
Everything now magically covered by billions of tiny snowflakes
This early morn, I let good old Tater lead the way through the snow
Yet one more long, enchanting, magical, snowy morning walk awaits


©January 2015, Mr. Ed