Barefoot Snowman

Barefoot Snowman

Barefoot Snowman

I fly and I fly and what do you know?
I see a big man made of snow!

From high in the sky I look far below
I see an angel made of snow.

I fly and I fly but where can I go
to find ice cream made of the snow?

I fly and I fly and I do not know
where to find shoes made of the  snow.

Then I find them hiding high in the blues–
the snow ice cream and the snowshoes!

I eat and I eat big bowls of snow cream
and fall asleep to dream and dream.

I fly and I fly whenever I choose
to sled the skies in my snowshoes.

c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Just a little rhyme to bring a smile three days before Christmas, 2012, because the weather man is forecasting a white Christmas night in the South.

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From my files–

The clock on the wall is on time. It’s always on time.  I think if it were slow,  then I would have more time to write.  The calendar to my left, also on the wall, stares down at me with a mountain scene of somewhere in Montana.  Reminds me of the vacation we took to Oregon, when we traveled through Montana on our return trip.
     Books and photo albums line the shelves along two walls of my office.  My slide projector sits to the right side of my computer.  It’s been there since the weekend when the kids were home for Laura’s wedding.  I had hoped to drag out the old slides and look at pages of our past, when the children were small. But there wasn’t time for that.  Everyone had to get back to jobs and school.
     Papers, needing to be filed, are scattered across my desk.  There are always papers that need to be filed, so what’s the use of doing that chore every day?  I’d rather create new stuff.  I wonder what it would cost to hire a secretary?

c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols