Snow is falling outside
And the night wind is blowing.
Three little sisters run in the white fields,
Wearing gloves and coats.
They throw snow ***** at each other, filling the
Wind with laughter. They move away now,
And begin making a snowman.
Once his body is completed,
The girls run to fetch a blue snow-hat,
A green scarf, a carrot for the snowman’s,
And two pebbles for his eyes.
Now they have a snowy friend to keep them company.
Bells are ringing! It is time to decorate the tree!
A box is brought outside and from
It the girls pick their ornaments.
With smiles that reach their ears and gentle hands,
The sisters hang the different colored *****
And behold a twinkling Christmas tree.
The third poem that I wrote for my friend's three granddaughters
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Snow is falling outside
And the night wind is blowing.
Three little sisters run in the white fields,
Wearing gloves and coats.
They throw snow ***** at each other, filling the
Wind with laughter. They move away now,
And begin making a snowman.
Once his body is completed,
The girls run to fetch a blue snow-hat,
A green scarf, a carrot for the snowman’s,
And two pebbles for his eyes.
Now they have a snowy friend to keep them company.
Bells are ringing! It is time to decorate the tree!
A box is brought outside and from
It the girls pick their ornaments.
With smiles that reach their ears and gentle hands,
The sisters hang the different colored *****
And behold a twinkling Christmas tree.
The third poem that I wrote for my friend's three granddaughters
