Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..
In winter, I remember still…
(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill
With sleds behind them, lagging there,
As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-
And when atop the hill they rest
Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)
I seem to see myself in them
As I relive old scenes again!
It seems that wintertime is fun-
But somehow only, to the very young!
for as the years creep up on me-
My rocking chair seems best, you see!
The snowball fights seemed quite the thing
For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.
And games were always fun, you know,
Like making “Angels,” in the snow.
A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good
Beside the stove-made warm with wood.
And icicles hanging from the eaves
And diamonds glistening from the trees
Were things of beauty, given free
To the like of you and me!
The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,
Lent a sense of serenity over all.
Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,
To youngsters who can run about,
But give me warmth, and books galore-
And my rocking chair-why ask for more!
This post is a tribute to those that I have come to know through the world of blogging. Some of you have experienced hardship and loss and today I commend you on your tenacity to push through the hurt and sorrow. There is beauty and strength in the bond of friendship. Knowing that we have a shoulder to lean on is a blessing.