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A Framed Picture
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Thursday, 4th March 2010 @ 07:34:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The mountains play their snow on high this day,
a white and rugged scene displayed to leave
the old town’s silhouetted homes all gray
in winter time when light doth fade at eve.
The streets are quiet no cars seen to take
their drivers places they wish fain to go
or people walking, children playing late
with rope, stick, bike, hoop, kite, shoe skates or bow.
The trees are free of leaves their branches rise
up toward a sky of heaping snow clouds nigh
and underneath all gray roofs wait the ice
for people know it’s time for snow to lie.
A winter’s picture framed at eventide,
below the mountains people yea abide.
Copyright ©
ramfire
... [
2010-03-04 19:34:35] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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