FED UP
I’m fed up with snow men, snow balls, snow angles and snowmobiles,
Snow ploughs, snow banks, snow suits, snow piles and snowy fields.
All I seem to see is white fluffy stuff when I look everywhere,
I’m even fed up with snowy trees and ice crystals in the air.
I need to see a blade of grass even if it is burnt brown
At least it means the snow is melting and my face won’t frown.
It’s been quiet a long winter all lovely, clean and white,
But now I’m getting a bit fed up of all winters pretty sights.
The small lakes I want to glitter and sparkle blue like the sky,
I want to see leaves on the trees, hear them rustle as the wind blows by.
I want robins and red winged black birds on my green back yard,
I want to dig and plant things, in my garden want to work hard.
Four more inches came down in such beauty and gentle grace
But I must admit that it does not put a smile upon my face.
For I’m fed up to the teeth with this years winter wonderland,
For I want a warm sun, so I can run by the lake barefoot in the sand.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson March 15, 2004