A Winters tale...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Jun 15, 2021
"In the winter of '63 I do still recall...for days on end heavy snow did fall, us lads went out, and had a snowball fight...it was the day that I thought I'd lost my eyesight....as we all ran crazy through the falling snow....with the snowballs flying, too, and fro.. ...when suddenly a ball of ice hit me smack in the eye!...the pain was a killer...but us lads don't cry....I tried to focus, but no longer could I see...the snowball fight was now over for me...an hour had passed, and my sight still a blur...but I rejoined the fight..I just had to be out there! Slowly but surely the fuzziness did go....and I carried on having fun in the blizzard of snow!....That memory of the snowball fight was painful for me...but it didn't stop me having fun, way back in 1963."
Tags: Rhyme, Happy,
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ann parks commented on Aug 14, 2021 at 11:30pm
I bet you had the snow go over the top of your wellies Frank.....that's what I remember. This is a lovely poem thanks. And thanks for all your encouraging comments on my stuff ! Ann
Frank Hornby .
commented on Aug 15, 2021 at 12:50pm
I don't think there's ever been snow like it since '63...I remember it being flush level with a two foot high wall in our road (Bunter road in Kirkby)...and you're right Ann...I was always emptying out "me wellies"...hahaha..ðŸ‘ðŸ»....thanks for reading, and commenting....and by the way, "your stuff" are poems I love reading...stay safe..☃ï¸..
