Take me back to the
sparkle of younger eyes
of the glistening snow
on a clear clear winter\'s night ,
by the brightness of a full moon\'s
silvery light
The fireplace with the
roaring flames high
and the lights down low ,
the blue flames with the
orange firecoals aglow
Sometimes hearing a hoot owl
hollering up on the hill
far away In the trees ,
when outside on the porch
in the cold winter breeze
I would look out of my window
sometimes when I awoke
late at night ,
and see a tree\'s shadow moving in the wind
I thought was scary
from the full moon\'s light
The trees on the hills
dancing with each other
when a strong gust of wind blows,
and the snow falling from them
filling the air
as it goes
They are like players on a stage
putting on a real show,
for no one else but me
for only I know
These are some of the memories
of when I was a child
so many years ago ,
and I might not have remembered them
if it wasn\'t for tonight\'s full moon
beautiful snow