On winter days
when ice and snow come down,
I lounge in my old robe and laze
around the house and wear a wrinkled frown.
To pass the time
I write upon a page,
a masterpiece without a rhyme.
To read it, one might think I’m quite a sage
for much to my surprise,
it wins the highest prize!
© 2015, Freeda Baker Nichols
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