Michael Peterson

(Janesville, Wisconsin)

Snowy Memories


Driving down the snowy road
Seeing the kids out in the snow
Seeing them play, Blows
Making snowmen, forts and tunnels
The winter joys of childhood
Really makes you hate adulthood
Wishing we were young again
To sled ride to snowball fight
Digging endless tunnels down the street
Never getting cold, hating getting old
Ole to be so young again
To dream of funnier times
Diving in the snow to make snow angels
Bumper riding down the snowy street
How great it was to be free
We were so daring when young, now to old
Those fun snowy days were so grand
Wishing for snow days to play
Ole to be so young again
Darn hate getting old
Stuck driving down the snowy road
Loving the snowy memories

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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Wrote this between stops on the way home from work

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