"A Child's Christmas in Wales"
Dylan Thomas

©Photos by Lois Siegel

I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve
 or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.



 Back Up the Hill

We were so still, Eskimo-footed arctic marksmen
 in the muffling silence of the eternal snows - eternal, ever since Wednesday


Lyndon Swab and Friend

It snowed last year, too.
I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down
 and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

It snowed and it snowed.

But that was not the same snow," I say.
Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky,
 it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted
 out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees...

Or we walked on the white shore. Can the fishes see it's snowing?

Ottawa Rocks

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