Poet's Platform Column | 31 Jan. 08 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

A Snowy Day With silver dollar size snowflakes falling It seems old man Winter has now arrived With all of the schools closing for the day We wonder how us older people survivedGoing to school with the snow knee deep If the bus couldn't run we would then walk Steam would curl from our nose and mouth Evertime we would open our mouth to talk I smile as I think of those times long ago Of the kind things we would have to play Computers weren't even known back then A homemade checkerboard passed our dayWith white buttons for red dark ones black We enjoyed as much as a store bought one Back then we found so many games to play Each one was bound bring us kids some fun Acie Workman Eden Park haiku old towering bricks crumbling under heavy rain clay returns to earth Margi Russell Portsmouth  haiku we are like spilled milk though we barely touched the glass overwhelming mess Margi Russell Portsmouth  Haiku Weather and times change Just not like it used to be Heartbreak everywhere Maybell Criswell South Point, OH Cinquain Dark cloudsHover in skyDestruction is in view High water in homes once so new Hearts break Maybell Criswell South Point, OH   Cinquain Cold air Moving in fast Snow wind ice and dark clouds Keep the sun in hiding today Not good Maybell Criswell South Point, OH   Untitled Snow is God’s eraser, He covers up His old paintings Of trees, flowers, and furry friends, To create a fresh new canvas, And by springtime He has created a new masterpiece. True that this is my own passage, But a key element is hidden. When God creates a new image Each year it still has remnants Of His past creations. The key element is that these creatures Truly love their artist. Wherever you go, I am sure, That the love your family Holds for you will be shown In your own “Wax of Art”. John Schantz Orrville, OH