I remember a winter a few decades ago. <br />Where our dear England was covered in snow. <br />It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hell <br />then in the course of a week the snow just fell. <br />This once green paradise was now a shroud of white <br />and everyone was suffering from chillblains and frostbite. <br />Outdoor life was like an indoor fridge <br />where everything had frozen like a mountain ridge. <br />Abandon lorries on the side of the road <br />men were freezing even their load. <br />Villages cut off all over the land <br />so in came the troops to lend a hand. <br />This was the winter of discontent that lasted from <br />Christmas, and way past Lent. <br />As one lot of snow cleared, it would return again <br />to bring freezing cold tempretures and a lot of pain. <br />Wind would blow both night and day, and still the snow <br />never went away.Drifts of snow standing six foot high <br />just being topped up with snow from a winter sky. <br />So what of this winter of ice and snow <br />one that happened a few decades ago. <br />I remember it as one that was cold and wild <br />because in the summer God presented me <br />with my first born child. <br />In this year, where snow fell in December <br />it was the coldest winter I will ever remember.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-of-discontent/
