Prose
Twenty Six Lines About Snow
About This Piece, I Am Doing And Abecedarian Prose PoemBecause Of Insights And Observations AboutCombining Writing For The ChallengesDrifting Snow Is Prevalent At The MomentEspecially On Roads On The North American LandmassFalling Non-StopGiving DriversHell As They Try To Get To Work And BackI Don't Know How They Do ItJust A Few Inches Paralyzes The South In The United KingdomKudos To The Ones That Get ThroughLorry Drivers Making Essential DeliveriesMaking Sure the Snow Does Not Win With ANever Say Die Attitude,Only Stopping To Eat And Sleep And Go Home To FamilyPenguins Do Love Snow And The ColdQuite How Everyone Copes With This I Don't Know But IRespect How They Deal With This. I AmSave And Cozy At Home,Though It Is Very Cold And Windy Out Of Doors, It Is Very SlippyUnderfoot So One Has to Be Very Careful Where You Put Your Foot And Wear Sturdy Treaded BootsVisors Are Advised To Protect Your Eyes Against The Driving SnowWait Until The Roads Are Clearer If You Can, But Sometimes You Have To Brave The Arctic Weather"X" Marks The Place On The Map That Is Your Ultimate DestinationYou Need to Wrap Up And Take Care As You Take On The Siberian Conditions With Snowfall, But At Least It's Not PermafrostZero And Less Degrees Is The Temperature That You Have To Deal With, Otherwise The Snow Will Freeze You
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
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Trying out Medium for my Blog home.
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