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A Cop’s Christmas
Midnight Christmas Eve White snow tumbles down Slowly, quietly, Without making a sound.
A cop in blue rubs his hands And stomps his frozen feet, Looking with wonder At the sparkling frozen street.
Icy trees shimmer, Snowy diamonds glimmer, Falling flakes dance around Tumbling, tossing, to the ground.
He sees a boy resting Shaking with cold as he tries to sleep, No blanket for him Just a cold empty street.
He gives the boy his gloves And his Christmas scarf too, While lacy flakes cover his blue hat And his shiny badge too.
Thanking God for the peace That other men yearn for and still seek, He continues on his way Seeing the beauty in the new Christmas day.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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