I remember the time era ago.
When along came the biggest of blows.
Snow so deep only your eyebrows showed.
Ice N snow turning trees into the biggest
pop cycles of all!
Always bundled in all your clothes up to your nose.
Ice cycles hung four feet long from your favorite tree!
Don't go out in the snow! Said your parents of long ago. Cos you'll freeze off your toes!
Six, eight N ten foot ice cycles hang from the eves!
Break some off & stick in your tea for a radioactive treat that'll bring you to your knees.
Fire stoked N smoke rolling toward the frozen sky you'd snuggle down inside and forget your woes.
By Karma S Hart
Submitted to Poetry.com Dec 9, 2007
