November Snow.A Poem by Terry Colletta young man waits for his workmates but on one shows except the snow.November 65, all day waiting on the building site, but no one showed and then came the snow, white, cold, drifting into your eyes, on your clothes, over your boots, and still no one came, and so you thought, f**k it, I’ll go back home, on the train, and saw through the carriage window still the heavy snow. © 2011 Terry Collett |
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Added on July 14, 2011 Last Updated on July 14, 2011 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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