Sugarbush

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Now we know how it feels to be

Living inside a still snow globe

With trees wearing snow like a thick robe

The winds blowing flakes all glittery

Surrounded by snow suddenly.

Snow settles in on trails knee deep

Making them soft, even the steep

The snow begins to settle down

The wind blows and shakes it around

Inside we make memories to keep.

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(A Decima Poem)