My beautiful poet…
A towering tree and skier speckle Mt. Werner
Loom over a pretty slope side corner.
Rivers cut through snowy scenes
Like icy cold ribbon seams.
Squirrels and magpies chatter nonstop
Until deer hooves go clip, clop.
The trees are covered in ice and snow
And in the moonlight they seem to glow.
Children laugh and throw snowballs
Then come inside to warm and get snow in the halls.
If you look hard enough, you may see
Moose eating down by the stream.
As a careful skier picks their way downhill,
A snow boarder whizzes past showing off mad skill.
Cozy little cabins with white snow trim
Say that our chances of wanting to come home are slim.
The beautiful mountains…
Beautiful, Ashley Grace! Your poem really paints a lovely picture–makes me wish I were there!
Hi, Sue Fan! I hope that all is well. I will pass along your compliment to Ashley Grace. Great to hear from you
Anne
Very nice
Thank you! I like it too–it is fun to watch my girls grow up and develop into wonderful young people. They make me proud!
Great to hear from you–hope that you enjoyed your “stay-vacation”. What a great name!
Anne
We are, but I am sure your snow vacation was more fun… ours has been productive and a little fun mixed in
You are doing a great job with your girls 
I wanted to thank you for this great read!! I definitely enjoyed every little bit of it and I have you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post.