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