Down the snow-tale path
Guided not only by the hand of nature;
But of love and knowledge.
Down a path, which only yesterday...
Was firm like the grip you now hold.
Forced to wear plastic boots…
On the wet sodden soil.
Past the bare trees,
Now sprinkled with white,
Which is also on the green grass.
The fresh air and cold chill,
Brings a rosy colour to your cheeks.
The full wonderment of nature,
Surrounds you and guides you.
The giant beside you talks words,
All of which our muffled sounds.
Through your woolly bobbled hat,
Your eyes, like your mind, are focused,
Like oval sapphire gems on white clouds,
Floating in all directions.
You make noises to communicate,
Short, sharp thrills of joy.
As those little legs go a walking,
Down the snow-tale path.
~~ For my brother David and his wonderful boy Noah. ~~~
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