When I was little, snow was never forgotten
The flakes were big and fell down often
We’d look up at the darkening sky
And see the snow clouds drifting high
No need for weather reports back then
We felt in our bones before it began
As the first big flakes began to fall
We’d gather fire wood to warm us all
On the stove a pot of coffee could be found
To heat up whoever was hanging around
In a little while the ground would be white
The snow covering everything in sight
A magic place our yard would be
The flakes would glisten and sparkle you see
Our entertainment was simple as could be
Our house was beside a hill you see
We’d stand by the windows as the cars went past
Placing bets on which ones would last
Then my cousins would take off at a run
Pushing them out was a lot of fun
Safe and snug in our own little world
Winter was such a joy when I was a girl
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- Seasons! by soccer220.
475 points, ended November 12, 2007, 17 entries
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There's that stove and pot of coffee I yearn for. Lovely memoir - I agree, when you live in winter country, there's no real need for weather reports. You just know what to expect and are prepared.
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They do sound very pleasant almost like this is from a book; it gave out nice thoughts.
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It sounds as if you did have a wonderful and comforting childhood. It is those simple things that seem to be so powerful in our memories. Your house seems like it would have been a safe and happy place to be. Thanks for sharing this and for entering my contest.Blessings, Patty
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What beautiful memories you have written about. It reminds me of my childhood. I really enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks for sharing and best of luck in my contest
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Great rhyme and flow. Thank you for entering the contest. There may be a few lines you might want to look over, though:
"A pot of coffee always on the stove
To heat up the ones that was cold"
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I can see why you would say your child hood was wonderful!It certinaly sounded like that, I like how it rhymes - good luck in my contest and thank you for entering!
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I really do love your poems! They rhyme so well and you always seem to be able to get your point across! Thanks so much for entering and good luck!
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Great story cathy! do love your stories!
~Michaela~
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I like how it tells a story.
My fav lines are the last two, 'our own little world'.
I love that!!! It fits so perfectly, and it really does describe the feeling of winter.
I really do like this. : D
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