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Nostalgic memories as I sit watching children playing out in the snow, it takes me back to my childhood days. I remember my icy cold wet mittens and if I close my eyes I can still smell that awful damp wool smell as they dried off in front of the fire. As I sat there warming my tingling fingers by wrapping them round a steaming mug of hot cocoa.
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Beverley
HEAVENLY BLANKET
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Softly drifting down from heaven
throughout the quiet of the night
Children waken in the morning
to behold a wondrous sight
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The magic of that first glimpse
makes them jump and shout with joy
Rush to windows and to doorways
to see nature's brand new toy
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They dress quickly run outside
to make footprints in the snow
Laughter echoes all around them
with each snowball that they throw
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Watching them out of my window
I recall my youthful days
When I too with mittened hands
in snow and ice went out to play
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But those days are far behind me
now I'm anchored to this chair
Only watching from my window
but their joy I still can share.
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REVERSE BIRD WATCHING
The birds are pleased to see me as
I perform my morning task
They watch me very closely just
as if they'd like to ask
How long will it be until spring comes
because it will be very nice
Not to have to take a morning bath
in water that's cold as ice
We can't splash and wash our feathers
in water that's too cold to bathe
So until spring comes and the water
warms our baths we'll have to wave
Yes we can have a drink and we are
grateful for that each morn
But do you think you could get rid of
the ice at the break of dawn?