I sit at the deck and watch the ripples as they go across the lake
And watch the neighbor as he piles the leaves up with his rake
The geese are starting to fly south for their winter home
And the wind is blowing the chimes in the churches dome
The fur on the animals are starting to get thick
And dad is making us pick up all the little sticks
The neighbor come by to help cut up the dead trees
As mom is out collecting the honey from our bees
I never understood why they made so much of a fuss
Because during school dad would drive the school bus
Then one day the snow flakes started to fall
The first morning we went outside to have such a ball
The snow keeps on falling as we are stuck in the house
And I watch Mom sit and sew her a new blouse
Dad went out to the porch to get some of the wood
As I look out I saw that the snow was as high as he stood
I remember how the warmth of from our cook stove felt
While we sat and watch nature gave us a large winter belt
Yes the wind blow so hard and the air was so cold
But because of the warmth of the stick this story can be told
A lesson was learned on those long cold winter days
When dad would tell us that there time for work and there is time for play