Monday, January 5, 2015

For Winter's Child...

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Hark, hark, what mean those words
Of sweet-sacred alloy
They drift upon white-swaddled dawn
In heaven-splendid joy

And little fellows whoop
And little girls, the same
For on the morn is sweetly borne
A heavenly acclaim

...for every child to hear
What did Weatherman say?
The sweetest words you ever heard
‘Today is a snow-day’

© Janet Martin

Yes, from Christmas break to Snow-day...These are the moments of childhood sweet memories.
I'm trying to come up with a 'special something' to shape this one into...

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