I am not a poet. At all. AT. ALL. This was just me goofing off  and I thought I would post it, just because I can.


We had fun

And It was nice

Playing in the slush and ice

Thanks for that

You sure were cold

But sorry pal you’re getting old

I miss the flowers and the trees

The grass,  the bugs, and homegrown peas

I’m ready now to see it rain

you will be welcomed back again

But just for now could you please go?

I’v gotten so sick of snow.


2 thoughts on “Snow

  1. Maybe poetry isn’t all rhyming and such, but you’ve certainly got that down, and it seems you’re a poet a mite better than myself…however little a compliment that may be.



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