WINTER WONDERLAND

I love to see the snow fall gently on the trees
And make the dingiest garden look like wonderland.
I love to see all the happy children as they toboggan
With parents joining in, going up the hill hand in hand.

I love to see the lake make ice necklaces of beauty rare,
And see the tall pine trees guard her priceless shore.
I love to see the bright blue sky with clouds of fluffy white,
And tread in snow with reverence where no one's gone before.

I love to sit by a roaring fire and feel of its special warmth,
And while I sit a thought comes creeping into my head.
What of those who are homeless, is it winter wonderland
Or do they long for warmer days, a hot drink, a slice of bread?

Although I love the winter with it's cruel beauty cold,
I think I love the summer more, for that is kind to all.
So I'll pray the needy in winter, in this wonderland so fair,
That I may warm some cold soul and hear their cry as they call.


Ann Margetson ©
Jan 05 1995.
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