Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Wait A Little Longer

Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Don’t hurry into town,
For whenever you’re about
The leaves come tumbling down.
And all the window panes
Have funny picture on,
And after you have visited,
All the flowers are gone.
We can’t run out and play
Without a coat and hat,
And you know how we children
Don’t like that!
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Don’t hurry into town,
We don’t like to see the garden
All dead and brown!

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my new blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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