Snow
Spring came and summer went
The leaves fall the grass turns brown
I lift my head to look to see
Something small and shinny
Coming down,
Then there one and then there two
They begin to pile up as they come
Falling down,
As the north wind begins to blow
I can barely see in front of me
What is this I see laying on the ground
Should it be what they call snow.
Children playing rolling balls of white
Turning it into a snowman of white
Richard J.Swartz--©2007
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