Some Days Require Poetry?

The Need of Knowing
Peace & Joy


 The wind it started  blowing
The fangs of winter showing
When the snow  began its snowing
The tension  started  growing and
The stores with their low pricing Weren't  really that enticing
When the wind it came a'slicing
And the roads were slowly icing

Soon the shovel you'll be taking
And a small path you'll be making
As the snow keeps right on flaking
And your back begins its aching
Your spirit starts  its bumming
As  your  fingers start their numbing
So you  need to start  your humming
About how spring will soon be coming

And the sun it will start beaming
You'll hear kids laughs and screaming
Days to come  will feel redeeming
And Peace and Joy will fill  your  Dreaming



Positive  Thoughts to You All who  are experiencing  the storm... outside and in.