Winters of Old
Snow days became what use to be
A warm welcome, a day set free
From books, black board, attention called
From principal patrolling halls
Here at home, your castle keep
Became reason to jump and leap
Upon your bed you trampolined
Festive mindset now days unseen
Innocence in purest form
Energy to spend in forms
To sled down hill with your best friend
A time once here, a time of when
All things good would fall from sky
Countless snowflakes one could apply
To tongue catching these flakes of white
A day all yours, a child's delight
Snowballs hurled at fortress yours
Ducking fire, some strikes endured
Where at days end, the heat would melt
Marshmallow's strewn on cocoa pelt
The afternoon you'd sit in awe
Watching Stooges humorous their law
Of pain dealt with sound effects
Dispensed by Moe much more no less
The Lone Ranger riding to town
The Mouseketeers frowns upside down
Would add to ambiance this day
A perfect storm back then always
Winters of old still snow in mind
In heart, each soul, one of a kind
Will dwell upon such episodes
Ignoring the world and too it's cold
Winters of Old
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