Every year a sleigh ride I take...
This time, this year, a solemn bumpy ride.
I had no one to warm me, no hand to feel secure.
The snow began to fall, as did my tears coincide.
The agonizing silence, the loneliness all numbing...
Yet startled by the winterish forest,
I strained to hear ... hope.
The church bells distant call,
stronger with each hoof step.
I heard the carole joyous,
sparking cheer beneath the snow...
melting an icy heart into a Christmas glow.
Memories falling like snowflakes.
Ellen Bartlett
This time, this year, a solemn bumpy ride.
I had no one to warm me, no hand to feel secure.
The snow began to fall, as did my tears coincide.
The agonizing silence, the loneliness all numbing...
Yet startled by the winterish forest,
I strained to hear ... hope.
The church bells distant call,
stronger with each hoof step.
I heard the carole joyous,
sparking cheer beneath the snow...
melting an icy heart into a Christmas glow.
Memories falling like snowflakes.
Ellen Bartlett
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