Written by Randal Vincent Berke
The skier on the mountain slope, criss-crossing on his way,
The speed of the skier was passed, by a strange looking sleigh.
Winding round the trail ahead, with eyes on nearby trees,
The speedster leaned with accuracy, avoiding obstacles with ease.
Touch this snowy lane to continue reading, please ;D
The sun filtering downward, rays streaming through the trees.
While slowly walking southward, could feel the soft cool breeze.
Poem By Randal Vincent Berke
Thick white snow covers the front juniper trees.
Always thinking about the ones who made these.
This blanket was made by my Grandmother ~ Rose Kobley
Before starting she asked me what colours I liked.
I said any colours you choose.