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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 2:50 am
by drllrd74
What do I know of winter?
I've become a desert rat;
I've but the snows of memory,
of crafted, wool-filled hats.
I remember Ethan Allen,
maple syrup in the spring;
white that covered mountains,
the cold that was a sting.
The crystal lace of frost,
that decorated glass;
the threat of ice, everywhere,
on sidewalks where you pass.
Cross-country skiing in the fields,
ice-skating on the pond;
numbing temperatures at noon,
(much more wicked at the dawn).
You can take the boy out of,
New England,
But not New England out of,
the boy;
Now, here , in Arizona..
it's the memories I enjoy.

Re: Nostalgia.

Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 1:17 pm
by Stella
A lovely lilting reminiscence of old times David. Yes, you can move a plant to another spot in the garden but seldom flowers as well as where its original roots were.. I like winter in England , not many do but i love the sting of frost on my face, it makes me glow . much preferred to hot dusty summers that sap my energy.