Friday, October 14, 2016

Poetic Bloomings monotetra

I’d Like to be a Snow Bird

The golden aspens in a row
Do chatter as the cold winds blow
Soon winter’s coming this I know
Let’s skip the snow, let’s skip the snow.

The rain descends, the sky is gray
And it grows colder day by day.
The baring trees, they swing and sway.
Snow, stay away! Snow stay away!

Yes, Colorado’s a mile high
The snow comes early. Hear me sigh.
So here we sit. I don’t know why.
Down south, let’s fly! Down south, let’s fly!

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