Hope everyone has had a nice Christmas!

And, thank you to local musician Stuart Bell for turning one of my Christmas poems into a lovely little song! 

Hope you enjoy it, but apologize for the sound quality!

 

A winter Escape

 

Like comets we slid 

through the crisp, white grass

In our wake billowed 

a powder-puff mass

 

It floated and swirled 

and twinkled with light

Like low-hanging stars 

broke free of the night

 

And in snow-laden fields 

angels were made

A concertina of limbs

in the snow where we lay

 

We rolled and we frolicked 

and snowballs were thrown 

Not caring one jot 

if we were soaked to the bone!

 

Then, with frozen hands, 

a snowman was made

With a carrot for a nose 

and a hat, old and frayed

 

He had acorns for eyes, 

and twigs for a smile

And around him we danced 

and sang for a while

 

...until arthritis swelled joints

And our limbs were too sore

And the nurse from the home

Couldn't take anymore!

 

We all limped away 

as the kids we once were

Filled up with the joy 

only childhood can stir

 

And, over my shoulder, 

I sneaked one last glance

At our friend the snowman, 

who continued to dance! ☃️

 

Stephen W Atkinson 2019