Yet another poem—I love the image this pulls up (and the memories...)
Sing a song of winter,
Of frosty clouds in air.
Sing a song of snowflakes
Falling everywhere.
Sing a song of winter.
Sing a song of sleds.
Sing a song of tumbling
Over heels and heads.
Up and down a hillside
When the moon is bright,
Sledding is a tiptop
Wintertime delight.
Of frosty clouds in air.
Sing a song of snowflakes
Falling everywhere.
Sing a song of winter.
Sing a song of sleds.
Sing a song of tumbling
Over heels and heads.
Up and down a hillside
When the moon is bright,
Sledding is a tiptop
Wintertime delight.
--Norman C. Schlichter
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