Winter poem wins prizePublished 10:26am Thursday, February 13, 2014
I wrote this poem one evening around Christmas while attending a Methodist Women’s meeting at Sedgwick United Methodist Church. Mary Louise Markel gave us four words — Christmas, gifts, snow and baby — to make a poem with.
This was my poem. I won the prize.
I think a lot of us are dreaming of warm breezes right now. I thought a lot of people would agree.
Christmas brings the winter snow. The frigid wind begins to blow. The old man brings the baby gifts. He say, “You will need these about January fifth.” Winter is hard on the old man and baby. Spring will be here early, maybe. The Lord has blessed us with different seasons. But the old man and baby just dream of warm breezes.