MIRACLE IN THE FIELD
We five bundled up with boots
and coats, hats, mittens and scarves
until we looked like the mummy
in the Saturday scary movies
We could actually move about as well.
Out we went, facing the blinding snow
We would make our presence known
on that blank field of powdery white fluff
where we could create a multitude of tracks
in secret code round and round a circle.
Then ever so faint steps to the bare field
We lay down on our backs, arms outstretched
and moved them with great fury up and down
from our head to the side of our hips
spreading our legs back and forth as well.
Ever so carefully, we got up from the spot
we had lain in and picked our way carefully
stepping in our former footsteps
LO! We had made beautiful fresh images
in the perfect unmarked snow...
Back in the house we settled in for hot chocolate.
The temperature was dropping and we were glad
to amuse ourselves with a game of dominoes
Mother looked out toward the back field,
"Now just look at that, will you,
there are five angels in that field."
MJC
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