Snow and some memories

Children seem to love the snow
They slide about
Up and down hills
No concern for falling down
Confident in their own skills

Now, me to venture out in this
Is something i would rather miss
For me to fall, as I well might
And be in hospital tonight

My cats don’t like the snow that much
Walking on it, well its such
A cold white, substance and they feel
Threatened by it
Can’t conceal,

their emotions
Not as canny apparently
Their leaping mechanism key
Steve Austin used to see a wall
And leap over it, if you recall

All my cats do this and can
Walk across the wall, that plan
Is scotched with all the snow about

It seems to somehow cause them all to doubt

They stay indoors close to the heat
Despite fur coats, its for them a treat
To cuddle the boiler, or sit in the hearth
A throwback to their tropical path

Childrens voices are melodic
Each one happy with the day
Hopeful that they get the chance
To do some sledging anyway

60 years or so ago
My mates and me would play snowballs
Sling them across the road and hit
The postman when he made his calls

Toss them against the walls and trees
See the print it left behind
And often it just seems to freeze
Like explosions in our mind

Its funny earlier this morning
Hearing the children voices, I
recalled the time back in the Fifties
When much snow fell from the sky

The school was closed, Our pipes were frozen
There were no trains that day
Dad took us up to Mountsfield Park
Where we just loved to play.