tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post1948552668070205110..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Photo Prompt: The First SnowUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-45135107562566804942009-12-22T11:09:39.516-05:002009-12-22T11:09:39.516-05:00SNOW...THE SOUND OF SILENCE
The first snow of the...SNOW...THE SOUND OF SILENCE<br /><br />The first snow of the season,<br />To me, is something sweet,<br />As it falls down around me,<br />On tiny snowflake feet.<br /><br />Although the temps are freezing,<br />I barely feel the cold,<br />As the wonderland of winter,<br />Shows its beauty to behold.<br /><br />And amid this cottony cushion,<br />Dwells a very special gift,<br />A silence so James Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14780546357335117813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-2202580589343565182009-12-21T13:50:23.028-05:002009-12-21T13:50:23.028-05:00He mocked and he scorned us as "chickens"...He mocked and he scorned us as "chickens" and "nerds".<br />"Oh, it'll be fine!" were his famous last words.Meandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-10245408282070780072009-12-20T22:53:13.804-05:002009-12-20T22:53:13.804-05:00For thefirst foot steps of walking out into the sn...For thefirst foot steps of walking out into the snow.<br />To the end of the pier. Where did I go. For I took upon my wings and lifted up and followed my journey across the water into my make believe world.Poetic Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com