I began to live a playful dream, <br />With the first snow fall, <br />Of dusty white flakes gathered clean <br />To throw snowballs <br />At my friends, <br /> <br />And filled their mattered hair, <br />Body and flush face, <br />With pleasure and snowy laughter, <br />In smiles running down their face, <br />Hiding the hint of crispy ice, <br />Rolling down the neck, <br /> <br />I pick the snow up in my hands, <br />To become a powder ball on its way, <br />To my friends cheeks, <br />Flung with fun in play, <br />Water and ice melting in flight, <br /> <br />Display the magic of the atmosphere, <br />Rolled into a wand, <br />Throwing snowballs in the air, <br />Age has little to do with the fun, <br />Of throwing snowballs, <br />While friends try to hide and run<br /><br />Gerry Legister<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowballs/
