Thursday, 17 January 2013

The Blizzard (part 3)

Branches of trees,

Were weighted right down,

Piled heavy with snow,

Some were touching the ground.

It was eerily silent as we peered out upon,

This wonderful new world,

Where from had it come?

After a good breakfast,

And large pot of tea,

Warm woollies were donned,

Then out ventured we.


That's all for be continued tomorrow!

J. xx

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