Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 5, 2017

Winter Games~by Neil Perry



Winter Games

Cold is the snow falling from high
While wind is beating the door,
Mesmorised, they turn to the sky
The sky they cannot ignore;

Safer indoors, warm and well fed,
Logs slowly burn to a glow,
And on such a day, while fires are red
The children go out to the snow,

Happy to have the identity
To play with their friends outside,
Too know what its like to be happy and free
Cutting away as they slide,

To have no restriction, old age, or ill health,
To play, and have fun while they can,
And make such a use of the white fluffy wealth
That is so much better than rain.

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