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Ah, the first snow is a falling, I run outside.

Kids on their sleds, down the hill they glide.

My neighbor’s building a snowman, on his front lawn.

He’s been working on the masterpiece, since just after dawn.

What a beautiful setting, a white blanket on the ground.

People seem so happy; no frowns to be found.

Suddenly, I slip on the ice, and fall on my bum.

Now, I can’t wait, for the first day of Spring to come.



Poem by David Andre Davison


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