Attitudes

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Attitudes

 

The moon sheds soft and silver light

upon the newly fallen snow

A master piece for our delight.

The city folk will never know.

 

The snow that falls on city streets.

Is all too soon polluted by

 the footprints left by passing feet.

In cities different rules apply.

 

Country folk accept the snow

They know there’s little they can do

 but wait. In time the snow must go.

Something to look forward to.

 

But city folk impatiently

 Demand the streets should be snow free.

 

Wednesday, 06 January 2010

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