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| White Wonderland It�s late in then morning, The sky is ominous and gray. A winter wonderland is coming, The snow begins today. Very soon, and sure enough, Flakes begin to fall. Slowly and gently, �Oh� so delicate and small. Soon the weather changing, The snow now heavy and fast. All is turning white, And it�s cold enough to last. The wind is picking up, The air, crisp and clear. The beginning of a blizzard storm, All indications show it�s near. We bundle up, accept the challenge, Whether work or play. We might as well enjoy, This wonderland is here to stay. There are those that love a snowstorm, And those that fear its rage. Yet it�s one more fantastic gift In a world of endless age. |
| Winter in New England On a cold winter evening, With the wind blowing snow, Sitting by the fireside, My thoughts begin to flow. Outside a stormy night, White covering the green. Inside the aroma of baking bread, The crackling fire, life serene. My dog sleeping at my feet, The �Good Book� in my hand, A family to care for, These make life grand. A time to count the blessings, A time to stop and think, From a full cup, do we drink. Icicles like crystal, Hanging here and there. Snowdrifts piled high, A snowman made with care. Each season with a reason, The cold winter plays its part. This is New England, the beautiful, Where nature displays her art. |
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| Copywrited poetry of George C. Clements |
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