Some days soft flakes fall to blanket the cold ground,
and we hear the laughter of children.
Other days rain falls only to become freezing sheets of ice.
And some days, the outside may seem like a cold wasteland,
but if you listen, you hear the happy chirping of birds.
Winter every day, every season, will be different.
Dande-lion (age 12)
Brunswick
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Good work, Dande-lion. First submission in "Young Voices." Someone sent another that should be posted soon. (When you want to see all of something--- Like all the "Original Photos", you can click on that in the "Index of Labels.")
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ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful image, Dande-lion.
It reminds me so much of Oliver Hereford's poem:
"I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December."