From the kid poet in me… to the kid poet in you. 🙂
Southern snow is still my jam.
Its rhythm? Nice and slow.
Its soft song lulls our world to sleep
and stops our busy flow.
Southern snow has quiet strength.
Three flakes can stop a bus.
It makes our school kids happy and…
Southern snow is not afraid
to cause a ballyhoo–
it binds us all together…
Like frozen, crazy-glue!