Memories of White
In the blink of an eye,
Snow falls from the sky,
Landing in the grass so shy.
Down they fall,
In little balls,
Saying good-bye to fall.
As swarms of them come,
Covering the ground,
Slowly, a blanket is found.
Children inside shout, “It’s snowing! Hey!”
Gazing up at a sky so gray,
So out they go in the snow to play.
Boot prints trampling the smooth, white shell,
All the neighborhood kids yell, ringing their bells, “Winter is here! Quick, go tell!”
So memories last in a little white town,
Of boot prints trampling, the squishy-squash sound.
Snow falls from the sky,
Landing in the grass so shy.
Down they fall,
In little balls,
Saying good-bye to fall.
As swarms of them come,
Covering the ground,
Slowly, a blanket is found.
Children inside shout, “It’s snowing! Hey!”
Gazing up at a sky so gray,
So out they go in the snow to play.
Boot prints trampling the smooth, white shell,
All the neighborhood kids yell, ringing their bells, “Winter is here! Quick, go tell!”
So memories last in a little white town,
Of boot prints trampling, the squishy-squash sound.
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