Snow Dissapointment

The flakes, they drifted down
While all were yet asleep
Awaking in the morning
Through her window a girl peeks

 

Outside under the Mimosa
White patches on the ground
It looks to be still snowing
She squeals at what she’s found

 

Waking up her parents
She wants to go outside
Boots, gloves, hat and snowsuit
She wants to run and hide

 

But the snow is good for naught
No snowballs to be made
Inside she then returns
Her garments chucked away

 

With longing out the window
Pressed against the pane
She’s learning there’s a difference
Between Mississippi
            and Maine

The End

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