By Zeke Templin zeket@gmx.net
Date: 6 February 2001
Country Snow
I step into the virgin snow of my country home
breaking the white silence once held within it's bounds
always questioning the validity of my next pallid step
because I know underneat the pretty veneer of ice is cold, wet snow
and when I do finally break through to the frozen ground below
I know I must trudge back to the hostile warmth of my home
with a cold foot
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