Today Britain is having the heaviest snowfall it has had for eighteen years. It is nice for some.
I wish this cold winter would come to an end,
But wishing won’t send it away.
The snow is falling, such a beautiful sight,
If you’re young enough to go out and play.
The cold weather brings on my arthritis.
In the house I can never get warm.
Now the snow is falling at such a rate,
It’s in danger of becoming a storm.
Out of the window the roads have vanished.
Not a car or a truck can be heard.
The radio tells of the closure of schools.
On the fence sits a small hungry bird.
Nearby towns have come to a standstill,
Never prepared for the misery of snow.
Stations and airports again have been hit,
While men head for work, their progress so slow.
Children build snowmen their faces alight,
So happy they don’t have school today.
Slipping and sliding they have such fun,
As out on the snowy hillside they play.
I watch with envy as the day wears on,
Dreaming of times long ago in my past,
When my footprint would have been the first
To disturb the deep snow that covered the grass.
Christine Ramsay
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