His smile lit up his face. He laid on his back in the snow. He asked me to pose with my heart. My socks soaked all the way through. It was a good day.
Wissahickon in the snow.
His smile lit up his face. He laid on his back in the snow. He asked me to pose with my heart. My socks soaked all the way through. It was a good day.
Poems and Paintbrushes 