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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. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |