Winter
Looking out the window,
I see the white blanket,
covering the ground.
Walking outside,
I feel the cold, wet snow,
hitting my face.
With winter,
comes,
food, family, and fun.
With winter,
come decorating trees,
and hanging lights.
With winter,
comes tensil,
and garland.
OH!
We can never forget,
the smile on a little kids face.
Christmas morning,
Christmas day,
They make me smile!
12/17/2010
12/15/2010
12-15-2010
12/15/2010
12-14-2010
12/14/2010
12-13-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dreams | 3 | 01/04/2011 |
| Puppeteer Strings | 7 | 12/14/2010 |
| CHRISTmas | 5 | 12/12/2010 |
| Childhood | 9 | 12/11/2010 |
| Winter | 10 | 12/10/2010 |
| I remember... | 6 | 12/10/2010 |
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