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In Winter glow of festive glee
Bright red berries on a Christmas tree
All packed up and ready to go
Hills and slopes laden with snow
Children amass toboggans and sleighs
Celebrate like it's Christmas day
Snow filled boots, it's time to ski
across the valleys to victory
Amateur hopefuls in line for a show
hope they won't fall like dominoes
A child in Samoa with a bowl of curds and whey
looks on through sombre shades of grey
<Deleted User> (7164)
Sat 4th Dec 2010 12:54
Thanks Isobel. To tell the truth i was a little worried those last two lines would make people feel guilty about enjoying Christmas.x
Steve - Why not Samoa?
I wrote this after i'd seen a really sad photograph of a child from Samoa at a time when it seemed everyone around was getting excited about festivities. It really touched my heart and i wanted to show the stark differences within the poem.x
What a sad ending Janet - I was getting carried with all the joy of Christmas, waiting for the turkey and roasted chestnuts and then bang - you hit us!
Curds and whey would be a fine dish - I imagine it's a lot worse than that - food for thought indeed. x
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Jeff Dawson
Sun 5th Dec 2010 18:14
Nice thoughts Janet with a bit of reality at the end! My latest poem has the reality in the middle and finishes nice, hope you like it, hope you're okay Jeff X