Snow Storm
Molly the elephant lay dreaming
of a snowstorm, a blue dolls house stuck in a tree.
Tiny white mice huddled there on the roof.
“Fear not, I will set you free…”
She pushed and shoved with all her might
The tree held fast to mice and house.
A voice was heard from high above
“There is no need to shake with all your might
The mice can climb upon your back
to safety, you can carry.”
All night she trudged through deepening snow
the morning light was waking slow.
The blue house stood to the right
windows burning bright beneath the tree of evergreen.
Her family waking, lived outside.
Her dream she told, her mother smiled,
“There are no mice outside this house…”
Aw, here it is. Thanks so much for taking up the prompt and for the lovely gentle sleepy poem. 🙂
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A day of poems today. A gentle sleepy one from Anita. 🙂 Enjoy!
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I just adore this story. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Lovely!
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What a pleasant voice – good thing the elephant was kind enough to listen! Liked your poem.
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This is so sweet! Absolutely love it! ❤
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!!
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Sweet story, well told…
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Made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Wonderful!
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Thank you…
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