Winter of 1954
By benafim
Winter of 1954 (Re-Remembered)The morning was still dark, but its sombreness Had abated somewhat by nightly snowfall He took his bike our of the shed and the cold fromIts handlebar went through his knitted gloves.Snow creaked as he rode down to the main roadWhere the school bus, stopped.From every farm house, dotted about the flat Landscape, yellow light gleaned on snow.He yawned and wished he that could have stayedLonger in bed, or sit in his mum's warm kitchen.He loved to sit there while doing his homework And listening to his mum preparing food.The bus came, a protesting door opened and he Was enveloped by damp heat.Mum was forgotten…for a while, but he didCast a last glance at his beloved bike. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 06:08 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Winter of 1954 (Re-Remembered)The morning was still dark, but its sombreness Had abated somewhat by nightly snowfall He took his bike our of the shed and the cold fromIts handlebar went through his knitted gloves.Snow creaked as he rode down to the main roadWhere the school bus, stopped.From every farm house, dotted about the flat Landscape, yellow light gleaned on snow.He yawned and wished he that could have stayedLonger in bed, or sit in his mum's warm kitchen.He loved to sit there while doing his homework And listening to his mum preparing food.The bus came, a protesting door opened and he Was enveloped by damp heat.Mum was forgotten…for a while, but he didCast a last glance at his beloved bike...."