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No Hills, No Snow - No Problem
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Lauren McBride


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Lacking hats, gloves,
boots, coats,
skis, poles,
snow and slopes –
must drive for miles.

Trying rental gear
on icy runs -
edges slip
not safe nor fun.
Skis off. Poles in piles.

Flinging snowballs,

first snowball fight,

snowman, snow angels

by fading light -

camera clicking smiles.


This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review (2016).
Used here with the author's permission.

 


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Lauren McBride says faith, nature, science and membership in the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA) help to inspire her stories and poems. Her work has been included in numerous speculative, nature and children's publications, including Songs of Eretz, where she is a frequent contributor. Time permitting, Lauren enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, knitting, reading and writing. Lauren lives in Texas, where she shares a love of laughter and the ocean with her husband and two children.

 

 

 


New comments are closed for now.
Sharon Waller Knutson:
Another good poem. This site is fertile ground for me. After a drought, I wrote three poems in three days and I'm not washed up yet.
Posted 01/21/2017 09:15 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun.
Posted 01/21/2017 09:03 AM
blueskies:
A front seat romp in the snow & smiles.Thanks Lauren.
Posted 01/21/2017 08:51 AM
cork:
We have two feet of snow on the ground here, and it is beautiful.
Posted 01/21/2017 07:49 AM


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