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
