Snowed In On Green Hill Farm
After another snowstorm last weekend, I thought I would share a few winter poems and pictures. Stay warm! 🙂
Acrostic poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer
“Snow”
Softly falling–
Not a sound,
Only
Whirling, whirling to the ground.
“Winter”
When
Icy, cold weather
Naturally interrupts
The warmth
Enjoyed upon Earth
Radiated by the sun.
“Shovel”
Something with which one
Heaves snow
Out of the way; a
Very useful,
Everyday tool–mostly
Languishing in a shed until winter.
Categories: Reflections on Farm Life
fourth generation farmgirl 
Wonderful poem.
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Thank you! 😊❄️
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wonderful. Spring will be there real soon.
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Thanks, Jim. I hope so! 🙂 🐞
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I love your acrostics! They are above and beyond most of those I’ve read, with clever twists and rhymes. Bravo!! Thanks for sharing
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That’s so kind, Christina! I really appreciate and value your feedback. 🙂
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Lovely.
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Thank you. 😊
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Perfection!
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Thank you!
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