The pub car park
like an ice rink.
But the Christmas lights!
Even the bottom end
of Morpeth over
the muddy Wansbeck
is transformed;
the Telford bridge
dazzles the motorist.
Our grandchild
banged on the window
when she saw
her first snow.
Her eyes will widen
once more
when she spies this.
A recipe for how to stay young Greg. a lovely vignette and a novel freshness in how you view it.
Ray
Seeing snow and Christmas lights through a nine-month-old's eyes. Thank you for your warm seasonal words, Graham. And for the Likes, Hugh, JC, Holden, Tim, and Stephen.
All new for you Greg! Enjoy your first Christmas as a northerner!
Spoil the kids too!
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Larisa Rzhepishevska
Sat 6th Apr 2024 12:01
I enjoyed reading this poem, Greg. I recalled when my son saw snow for the first time he exclaimed: How much sugar! He was only one year old and a half.