A poem about a rare event in my life in Shreveport, Louisiana.
|Rare Snowfall in Shreveport (25 February 2015)
My Linda and I just returned inside
from walking in the briskly falling snow.
Gigantic snowflakes an inch and half wide
floated down, a beautiful sight to bestow.
Some two inches deep accumulated,
this is a rare event for south Shreveport.
The trees and ground now illuminated
white invited us come outside to cavort.
The last time we had a snowfall this deep
was fifteen years back; we had our Corgi,
Rusty, who played outside all day. We keep
that memory dear; it brings a hearty
smile that will always warm us to the core.
Such memories as then and today should
be treasured because I might have no more.
Aged seventy, I could go to sleep for good
and never see such a snowfall again.
Memories like today’s are precious then.
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