I live in Erie Pa and we have two seasons here, cold and less cold.
White and dense
Flowing around my face
It dims my view of the world
Ice covers my nose and beard
Small icicles swing as my face moves
My hair turns white
Snow hiding every shade of brown
My coat is zipped tight around my neck
A red scarf hangs down in front of me
Snow up to my knees
Makes my walking hard
My toes freeze and ache
The cold creeps though my shoes
Finding every warm spot
Hiding, it laughs at me
As I try to find one warm place
But this is Erie Pennsylvania
There is no warm place
Even though it is the end is April
Snow still falls
Ice still grows
And no one ever gets warm
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 03:30
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Springtime In Erie Pennsylvania
I see my breath in the northern breezeWhite and dense
Flowing around my face
It dims my view of the world
Ice covers my nose and beard
Small icicles swing as my face moves
My hair turns white
Snow hiding every shade of brown
My coat is zipped tight around my neck
A red scarf hangs down in front of me
Snow up to my knees
Makes my walking hard
My toes freeze and ache
The cold creeps though my shoes
Finding every warm spot
Hiding, it laughs at me
As I try to find one warm place
But this is Erie Pennsylvania
There is no warm place
Even though it is the end is April
Snow still falls
Ice still grows
And no one ever gets warm
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 03:30
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