A poem by Greenwood Hopewell, MA.
~1 min read.
21st May 2019
See the children’s faces as they wonder through the snow
The innocence of childhood that adults used to know
Little footprints everywhere, the children they just play
They don’t feel the bitter cold or see a winters day
Instead they run along the ground with snowballs in their
Throwing them at passers by then watching as they land
Little fingers cold as ice and fingers glowing red
As Mother cries “Come on children, come inside, it’s time to
go to bed!”.
See the children’s faces as they wake on Christmas day
Seeing all their presents brought by Rudolf on his sleigh
The magic as they shout, “Mom, Dad! He’s been!”
To adults it’s another day, to children it’s a dream
See the children’s faces and just look at what we…
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