Friday, February 17, 2017

poem of the day February 17


So many snow banks
some as high as mountains
I am in my car driving
the long thin valleys
that separate time
I drift back to the past
remembering the tunnels
The ice forts where
I won every battle against
the imagination of youth
I start looking to the future 
for new kids out
digging for fun in the marvel
of winter
I am sad to say I saw none
except for those 
being beamed from Disneyland

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