Jennifer Kersey


Little children gaze at snow laden skies,
See the anticipation in those eager eyes,
Then, when it finally arrives-unbounded joy,
childhood memories return for each `girl and boy`.
Snowball fights,snowmen,snow everywhere,
And, though freezing cold, you hadn't a care.
Snow in your `wellies`-stuck to your socks,
Snow in your balaclava,soaking your locks.
Divine madness, the pleasures of childhood,
Recalling these times makes up all feel good.
When the `session` was over, we rushed home to mum,
For comfort, a cup of hot tea, and some food in the `tum!`
Jennifer Kersey.