School memories revisited...

That poem thing mentioned in Item 3 of the school memories entry? I even remember it... here 'tis:

The snow is falling to the ground

but it never makes a sound

it never makes a sound because

it is so light, so white, so bright...

Ahhh, the goofy things one remembers. I was all of 6 or 7, I guess, and had to write a poem for school. As I sat in our living room, looking out the window while it snowed, I was mesmerized by the softness and whiteness of it all as it floated down and gathered on our windowsill. I guess I was inspired.

Now if I could only remember what I did yesterday!