As The Years Pass Along

When the snow is gone,
we will remember this winter
for a long time to come.
We will remember being told not to go to work,
now that never happened before.
We will remember of being snow in,
and that has never happened before.
Yes, we will all have memories to share
as the years pass along,
of the biggest snowfall
we had in over forty years.
We will talk about it with affection,
forgetting the moans some people had.
We will laugh at how the authorities
like always were never prepared.
How we had to walk for a change
for there were no buses to be had.
We will remember the community spirit,
something we have not seen in years.
Memories will compound memories
with a few exaggerations to be had
as the years pass along.

13 January 2010

by David Harris

Comments (4)

A bit of a departure from your usual style Ernestine but nevertheless excellent. Sounds just like my mom on a good day. Love, Andrew xx
SOUNDS LIKE YOU WENT AND WROTE AN ODE 'BOUT MY WIFE& HER BEST FRIEND, MA BELL...GREAT PIECE ERNESTINE...FROM TOP TO BOTTOM, IT FLOWS LIKE A CASCADING SPRINGFALL INTO A RIVERBEND... AMUSING & FUN TO BOOT! A 10 FOR YOU YOUNG LADY''''''''''''''FRANK
I love this conversational poem, Ernestine. So real. Susie xxx.
Well this has a fresh feel to it, really fun, all i've got at the moment is...........................................I love your style! Anygood? Love Duncan X