Kicking snow this boy of four
This magical white stuff he’s not bored
Snowmen and the crunch beneath his feet
This for him a wonderful treat
Cold he is but plays away
On this crisp and beautiful day
Looks at the boats frozen in the canal
Wondering how the boats will ever get out
He watches the ducks and the geese
Walking on the ice looking for a feed
Quacking away no fish to eat
The little boy watches from a seat
Off he trots then, things to do
His hands cold and turning blue
Shoves them deep in his pockets for warmth
In this late winter month
Home he gets and snuggled up warm
The cold from his fingers finally gone
Holding his raggedy bear beloved, tight
He’ll sleep well from the day tonight
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
awwww!
Took my nephew out for an hour or two and just got back and wrote this about him. He was cold and upset at the end bless him.