And let the reminders of
Winter
live on!
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Enjoyment...?
Hi, Art,
Did you like that story? I haven’t heard from you lately, and hope you’re doing well. Say, are you having oodles and oodles of snow there, as we are here? Sees like what you might call a “good old-fashioned winter.” Agreed?
I’m wondering, Art, if you’re acquainted with the story of Jonah in the Bible? It’s an amazing story, and I have here a poem about old Jonah that I’ll send along. It’s by our mutual friend Poet Les.
Here it is. Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Looking forward to hearing from you again soon. -- PapaPops
Did you like that story? I haven’t heard from you lately, and hope you’re doing well. Say, are you having oodles and oodles of snow there, as we are here? Sees like what you might call a “good old-fashioned winter.” Agreed?
I’m wondering, Art, if you’re acquainted with the story of Jonah in the Bible? It’s an amazing story, and I have here a poem about old Jonah that I’ll send along. It’s by our mutual friend Poet Les.
Here it is. Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Looking forward to hearing from you again soon. -- PapaPops
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Snow Came Down Today!
SNOWFLAKES
Snowflakes white, snowflakes bright,
Floating down through day and night,
Filling up my view today,
As winter’s beauty they portray.
A world of silence, cold, relentless,
All driven by the wind and scentless,
As in my house I contemplate,
How snowflakes’ beauty becomes ornate.
They come from high above our heads,
Cover lawns and walks and sheds,
Now make of all a wonderland,
Where grime and dirt are covered, banned.
Tomorrow’s sun will glisten white,
As snowflakes lie so meek, contrite,
Until comes Spring, then melt away,
To come again another day!
-- Poet Les (12-16-07)
Snowflakes white, snowflakes bright,
Floating down through day and night,
Filling up my view today,
As winter’s beauty they portray.
A world of silence, cold, relentless,
All driven by the wind and scentless,
As in my house I contemplate,
How snowflakes’ beauty becomes ornate.
They come from high above our heads,
Cover lawns and walks and sheds,
Now make of all a wonderland,
Where grime and dirt are covered, banned.
Tomorrow’s sun will glisten white,
As snowflakes lie so meek, contrite,
Until comes Spring, then melt away,
To come again another day!
-- Poet Les (12-16-07)
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