As the Snow falls by the lake
A white sheen it has to forsake
But the blueness of the water so still
That trickles and yet still turns the mill wheel
The shining figure that was once a tree
By the water’s edge growing wild and free
However, its branches now all covered in white
And makes for a ghostly sight at night
The surrounding ground a carpet no less
As the Snow lies, quite thick I guess
To walk by the lake, a wilderness dream
Which looks and feels so quiet and serene
Its Christmas time and all that entails
Now’s the time that Frogs and Snails
Disappear to their winter retreat
Out of sight and mind, that’s kinda neat
Once the Lake freezes over it’s on with the skates
And off we go me and all my mates
Though it’s cold who cares, were free
The Snows no barrier to them and me
A scene as picturesque as this
Caught early morning as the Sun has kissed
The rippling water and the lands surrounding glean
Quite a sight, nature’s special sheen
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Author:
Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Very well imaged this poem casts a wintery feel and a playful free sense. It feels like something out of the past as if a childhood memory. Well written
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