Yesterday while I was shoveling snow <br />A playful thought crossed my mind <br />As my nose was nipped by the cold <br />The heavy snow was superbly inclined <br /> <br />Excellent for packing it voluntarily <br />Rolled into rounded white clumps <br />Thoughts became childish automatically <br />Wanting to make a castle out of the lumps <br /> <br />Now how would that look at my age? <br />A retired granny playing and enjoying <br />Subdued by potential stares I did not engage <br />With each strategic toss, I continued toying <br /> <br />1/2/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-castles/
