I cannot wait till this I see
A paint of white, on land and trees
Yes winter snow, can be you see
A pretty sight, for all to see
But the hardest part, I’m sure you know
Is not the sight, but using a shovel so
I’d like not see white, on walks or cars
Or on the roads, if we must go far
No if the white could only, fall you see
On the land and trees, then so happy we’d be
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
