I summoned up the snow,
We may not have much,
But what we had did grow,
Initially only a dusting,
Up to an inch now of the white stuff…
And still it comes down,
To settle on our ground,
Its white & soft & cold,
But it makes me feel young,
Never does it make me feel old…
Of course I gotta drag daddy out,
But once there we play all about,
He rubs the snow all through my fur,
For he knows inside of me,
A puppy does therein still stir…
© Rufuz \w00f/ 01.18.2009
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As fresh as a new fallen snow . . . great photo!!
Best always,
Lance
Refreshing read!!
Brrrrrrrr!!
Love Tinka
He needs to get out and about! love
your poems Rufuz!;-) Eileen
Ron
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Uncle Ed the Elder
fee
Your love for your pet shines through every time he writes about you!
It must be a real joy playing with him in the snow. Tell Rufuz I think he's the best.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.