Where Did The Children Go?

Outside the children play,
making snowangels and snowmen,
they've been out there all day.
Looking through the falling snow,
they dissapeard,
where did they go?
I wander around the yard,
searching for them,
thinking really hard.
Are they hidding in the field,
listening,
i think I hear a squeal.
Do they hide in the shed,
there are their little footprints,
I follow where they led.
I stop in front of a tree,
and out they run to tackle me,
their faces filled with glee.
Now we sit near the fire,
the snow melting from their hair,
them falling asleep from being tired.

by Jessica Laser

Comments (1)

fast food shop, present tradition, good one, thanks.