The snows of Banner Mountain
made a rug for rabbit’s feet.
The snows fell in the night-time
to become our morning treat.
Snowballs whizzed all around us
as we played out in the snow.
Snow angels guarded over us
in our childhood long ago.
Vanilla-flavored snow ice cream
turned into our favorite dish
when the snows of Banner Mountain
made for real our winter wish.
c Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols
You are welcome, i look forward to your posts, so many times i read something here that will trigger a memory from long ago and as i read i can see in my mind when what you wrote about could very well have been me. As Martha Stewart would say “It’s a good thing”
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Hey there, Ginger. How could anyone ever forget about snow ice cream? Guess I’ll always be a kid, at heart. I love reading your comments. I’m still amazed at how I can post something on this blog and it displays around the world. Thanks for all your feedback.
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Oh my gosh!! I had long forgotten about the snow ice cream….i thought (at the time) that it was such a treat. Maybe it was after all since by reading your poem it brought a fun memory back to me.
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