Winter Games (5/7/5) (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 14, 2010

... the kind of winter games I can relate to and take part in myself! One snowball down the neck deserves another down the trousers... Cold hands, warm heart! :)) Love the playfulness of this and glad you are maxing the moment. Right, excuse now for brandy and hot chocolate... this was SO worth it! xx

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 14, 2010

KOOL
But you had fun didn't you??
That's all that matters
Love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

lol. You're funny, Karla:)
Sheila

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

Loser has to do a naked snow angel.

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

LOL. Sounds like fun, for Karen I mean. Hugs

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

Ah! Sounds like a lot of fun, Karla!

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

brrrr, I sure hope hot chocolate followed? Very creative Karla, could feel that down my neck

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

Snow balls war...the only war there should be, the only casualties? sadness and solitude!

Georg

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

yes! -- age gives us the benefit of empirical data -- at fifty and a half, we know much about the proper snow mix,construction techniques and stealth regarding snowball attacks -- we have just as much in a snowball fight as we did when younger with less effort and greater accuracy -- isn't it wonderful Karla! -- peace and love to you my dear friend -- JM

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

this is great!

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

Should have gone to Vancouver. lol. Love it. Liz

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

You only live once. "Go for the gusto or don't go at all." Well done, Karla. Stay warm and God bless.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

Wish I could get out for a snowball fight...wish I could, for that matter, get out, but I have to keep recovering for awhile longer...sounds like you had fun though...ed

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

Ha! Hope it was a soft one! Those icy snowballs are murder. Almost miss snow. Think we'll have an early spring. What's wrong with a 50 year-old having a snow fight? Now if you were 80 with a bad hip...

Lin

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

You are never too old for a good old fashion snowball fight...
peace, Carole~

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

Haha! Next spring you and Karen will go nikkid puddle splashing . . . gotta love it!!!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

A joyful slice of life much enjoyed!

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

lovely fight. Beautiful

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

...And now you know WHY they call me the champeen! DEADLY accurate (most of the time); you, Karla, dear, don't have a chance! LOL O, this snow sure brings out the kid in our fifty-year-old bodies! LOL Delightful write and pretty piccy; well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, the Gold Medal Winner of these Winter Games of 2010 in Burleson, Texas, Karen Lynn. :D *hee*

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on February 12, 2010

They should make snowball fighting an Olympic sport. Now that would be somthing.