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On Huddle Hill 8-30 am



'Snow, snow, snow!'


'Well, it's almost Spring...'

'But Winter's back,

Those houses resemble polar shacks,

Their cars - so many igloos!'

We de-ice car's windows and clear our drive,

Feeling more frozen than alive.

Our hill needs gritting

But nothing's been done yet.

A robin huddles on the sill

Near dejected daffodils.

An intrepid neighbour walks her poodle -

Which studiously stains snow by our gate.

Some local kids, on their way to school,

Cavort ecstatically down the hill -

Sliding and snowballing, helter-skelter,

At this rate they'll be more than late.

Shivering and shaking, I totter indoors,

Looking for whisky to clear my head.

Am I getting 'flu?

(I'd gladly scurry back to bed.)

Amazing what a few inches of SNOW can do...

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Jes Derry
Jes Derry
Mar 18, 2023

“Huddle Hill” an example of an enticing title. Cars as igloos and “dejected daffodils “ you have transported me there! A great piece.

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Mar 17, 2023

Love snow, love this

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
Mar 14, 2023

I am cold reading this Brrrrr. 🤧

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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
Mar 13, 2023

Yes John, you're poem, along with the snow, carries many triggers that spirit me to fond memories, thank you.

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Mar 13, 2023
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Thank you !

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Mar 12, 2023

Darrell - I agree, and I didn't!😉

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