SnowA Poem by Steve KittellSnowSoon it’s fall, but first back to school,
We’ll build forts, make balls to throw.
Morning’s good news, stay home from class.
We’ll stay in and play or just talk.
Crusty piles; high, dirty and gray,
Wake up one morning, snow’s no more,
Like the seasons our life goes round. © 2014 Steve Kittell |
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Added on August 2, 2014 Last Updated on August 2, 2014 AuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more.. |







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