The Snow
The Snow, the snow
however so sweet,
The snow blows, glows
and that our treat
It topples, trims, melts, and goes,
Not even the experts; so called pros,
can accurately predict
how the snow blows
Even when we look at the sky,
We can see the snow come down,
and then it spreads it's wings and flies,
all over the town
That town is anxious
as it waits for the little snow,
all the children wait happily
as they all know;
that the snow will surley go,
and leave no trace behind
Hear now, Hear now
for it may be,
It's time, It's time
for the white snow to flee.
It's come, It's came
so please don't run,
come here, next year,
to have some more fun.
Jon VN
poem by Jon Van
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