A WINTER COUNTRY STROLL
~ Linda L. Dowd ~

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Today I strolled down country lane,
And snow crunched with each step.
My mind was in a happy frame,
And my spirit full of pep.

No clouds were in cerulean sky,
As sun rays melt crisp snow.
The river ran clear and cold,
With crystal ice in floe.

Feathery plumes of vapor frost,
Billowed with every song,
~ Of thankfulness and happiness,
That I sang as strolled along.

Sweeping bows of cedars bent,
With weight of mantle white.
All did shine and sparkle as,
The winter’s sun shone bright.

I came upon a country store,
At the top of Kilbride Hill.
I sipped a cup of hot chocolate,
To warm my winter chill.

Fresh-baked goods smelled heavenly,
And I tasted many a sample.
I was offered several more,
~ but I had eaten ample!

I headed back on to the road,
And deeply breathed the air.
I felt an inner calm and joy,
And did not have a care.

Today I strolled down country lane,
And snow crunched with each step.
My mind was in a happy frame,
And my spirit full of pep.
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