To Be a Child Once More

Cornish Sonnet

 

To Be a Child Once More   A winter storm breathes frosty chill To paint the landscape lovely white; And, come the dawn, it's quite a thrill To watch the joy of childhood play Amidst the snowy drifts from night That glimmer in the light of day. Such work it is to shovel snow With gnarled hands that beg for heat While frigid winds do howl and blow. That path, now cleared, may drift once more. It tempts the children's booted feet, But looks, to me, a tiring chore. I, too, was once a child at play; Now winter leaves me cold and sore.   By Sharon Miller Bolander    © 2009 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the cornish-sonnet contest!

Sal

[Fran Marie]

Wonderfully penned ~ precious are the memories of childhood and having
fun in the snow~Great piece Sharon~Fran

[Frances O'Neill]

Lovely written poem! The words depict a nice reflection of snow from different pespectives!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Beautiful, Sharon, as always!

[Helena]

So beautiful Sharon, in presentation and sentiments. Well done!
Thank you for submitting this to Ivor's "Form contest"! ~ Helena

[DeeWV]

You present the pleasnt memories of youth ( I loved making snowmen) along with the
reality of age. I still find great joy in watching children sledding, making snowmen, snowball
fights even though today it may from my kitchen window.

deeWV

[CynRick Kincaid]

This was a great poem in structure and subject. I can tell you take your writing seriously. I also see that you like humor. I never knew grandma slept in the nude. That poor frog had a bad day. Keep up the good work i plan to stop by and read some more soon.......CynRick

[Poeticpiers]

I can definitely empathise with this write M lady.
Winter is fun for kids but damn hard work as you grow older and shoulder responsiblities

[Tomás Ó C..]

I love both the verse, the sentiment and the presentation...

[angelina neves]

beautiful! And even those that can't remember were children once tryed to play!