Winter

Children and Snow

All winter they had waited; nature didn't let them down.

The squeals and giggles grew as they played without a frown.

Sliding down the perfect hills - a children's paradise;

No thought of clearing their white souffle,

no thought of chopping ice.

My fingers, ears and toes felt frozen as I shovelled the mountain of snow

But my heart was warm and light as the laughter continued to grow.

Winter is for children; I'm sure of that today.

This is the season they tumble and laugh and truly love to play.

Computers are forgotten and they only see the snow;

Imaginations leap and soar - this is how little minds grow.

Joan Adams Burchell