Two Poems
It falls as snow,
melts into water,
and evaporates into air.
But what is it really?
The young man asks.
That question has no answer.
In a blizzard,
You keep walking.
Not to get somwhere,
But just to keep warm.
By: Scott Zimmerle
It falls as snow,
melts into water,
and evaporates into air.
But what is it really?
The young man asks.
That question has no answer.
In a blizzard,
You keep walking.
Not to get somwhere,
But just to keep warm.
By: Scott Zimmerle