by Sylvia Reaney
Looking out of the window seeing
Snow flakes fall,
Slowly and silently a white
Carpet covers all,
This virgin snow is a picture
A pleasure to be seen,
Shining like a crystal glass so
Perfect and so clean.
We hear the children's laughter
Playing happily in the snow,
Grown-ups clearing pathways to
Every place they need to go,
This winter wonderland brings
Pleasure in more ways than one
Making most of every moment until
It melts away and gone.
Sometimes this doesn't come to pass
Soon we realise it isn't going to happen,
We look and realise, it has turned into solid ice,
Then comes another snow fall thick and very deep, Covering all the ice underneath.
The snowploughs are kept busy
Clearing roads where traffic is at a halt
Men in lorries working hard
following up with grit and salt
Snow was all around us, in the beginning in its prime,
Giving many their enjoyment only just in time,
Remembering when it was a pretty sight
on that first fall,
A picture of the scenic snow
could be hung on any wall,
Knowing it would be still and silent,
Never change at all.
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