Conversations with God

Snowmen got made, crooked or straight, and two were rather wide.

What fun to be outdoors that day and view the countryside.

Laughter, snowballs, oh, what a day to play in fresh white snow.

A game, a race, how about snowballs? You catch the one I’ll throw.

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

You know, dear Lord, Winter’s still here, it’s time for chilly treat.

It’s Snow Ice Cream like Mama made, the best you’ll ever eat!

Snowman will watch while we scoop Snow, unsullied by cow tracks.

So gently scoop the soft white snow; be careful how snow packs.

Then to the house, pour in a bowl, add sugar, milk or cre...