On the streets and the trees,
We got ice from winters breeze,
Better today to walk on our knees,
Ice does us surround, from freezing degrees…
Falling from the sky it seems,
Though off the trees in extremes,
Our house attacked by shards,
Hit by them you can hear the screams…
No cubes or blocks,
Feels when hit like rocks,
Are the trees fighting back,
For what they are put through,
By tonight we can say to the ice adieu…
© ed ~ 12/9/05
T
pee on them?
Merry Christmas!
Keep yourself warm Ed!!
Love inka
great poem, great pic
well done