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I want to make an angel
in the snow though I am
old for that sort of thing.
That is something I have
never done. A woman from
Vermont told me about it.
Nobody made slush angels
in Brooklyn…unheard of…
with no meadows to angel in.
We just threw hard packed
snowballs at each other
sliding over icy streets.
Now I will take my pick
of snow. Find a perfect
field of that lush white stuff.
I will lay down on a cool bed
flapping my arms up and down
to make sacred patterns.
Yes, I will angel away
over and over until finally
I fly off to heaven.
Want to wing it with me?
© by Joan McNerney.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Joan McNerney is a Brooklyn native who now lives happily in a small town in upstate New York. After a career in the printing industry, Joan retired and is currently enjoying volunteering for various organizations. Her writing career began when she was sixteen and became published in Young America Sings. Says Joan, "I feel poetry has been a boon to my life and also a way to meet many terrific friends."
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dianapoet:
Like It
Posted 12/05/2010 03:36 PM
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Carol Hauer:
A friend of mine, who is in his 70's, was full of exuberance one morning after a fresh snowfall and decided to make a show angel on his front lawn. His next store neighbor looked out of his front window and saw Carl thrashing around on the ground. Carl's neighbor panicked and called 911. A friendly warning...
Posted 12/05/2010 01:45 PM
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jeanie:
love this! esp "no meadows to angel in" perfect poem after our first snow!
Posted 12/05/2010 07:34 AM
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