White Fallacy

In the fresh white blanket of snow,
The children were hard at play.
I hardly raised my eyes to look,
As I went on my way.

Their laughter so gayly resounded,
On winds that were warm and low.
As they tumbled and frolicked together,
And pranced outside in the snow.

The afternoon hours were closing,
The neighborhood children were gone.
Ere I passed in view of my window,
And gazed across the lawn.

So boldly there silhouetted,
Was a uniform white brigade.
Of snow-men marching so proudly,
In a happy-time...winter parade.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Ethel's great, great granddaughter, Karmen gets to cut the 'ribbon' at the opening of the sky-flying interactive quad ride my son stars in at the Alf Engen Ski Museum in Park City, Utah, USA.