I grew up in Chautauqua County, NY where once snow piled 6 feet high and more. The outhouse was the other end of our barn and down a little path. When I was born there were still thirteen kids at home, besides myself.
Isn't it strange how something so wonderful could have its terrible side, too? I love your first verse, full of fun and distinct characteristics of snow and the excitement it brings.
The second verse is a different story in a hold-your-breath way, waiting, shaking, wanting desperately to make it and failing. I feel so bad for the child you were, having to endure that.
Second verse is so graphic--great job!
Connie
There was a great sense of life in this poem, it practically hopped along on the page, a real step back in time, too. I love snowy NY winters, and am looking forward with bated breath to the first snow of the year down here :) I hope soon. Happy Thanksgiving.
Cool and sure does bring back so many memories. We had a coal burning stove and a pull chain toilet that my grandmother had to extend the chain so I could even reach it....
Your write is so true. Winter has its ups an downs. I loved it as a child, I don't live near snow anymore, but as an adult with all responsibilities. Happy Thanksgiving.
The Wholly Book of Doo-Doo-Rot-on-Me is adult satirical humor featuring adult language and adult content, and the work is a parody of the Old Testament Book of Deuteronomy.
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The second verse is a different story in a hold-your-breath way, waiting, shaking, wanting desperately to make it and failing. I feel so bad for the child you were, having to endure that.
Second verse is so graphic--great job!
Connie
Be always safe,
Karen
Your write is so true. Winter has its ups an downs. I loved it as a child, I don't live near snow anymore, but as an adult with all responsibilities. Happy Thanksgiving.
Mary