Snowy hills

by | May 4, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

As Winter’s night now slowly wanes,
From England’s white covered plains
I gaze o’er deep snow’s magic realms
Tall Pine trees and majestic Elms.

Upon once virgin snowy hills
I see where skiers had their spills
Scars, show black toboggan run
Where children all have had their fun.

Someone has built a snowman tall,
and hear the children scream and call.
Hear choral choirs now softly sing,
And village church bells proudly ring.


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