WRITER'S CORNER

The street, overnight

Had been magically transformed;

Transformed into a fairy land

With a myriad of tiny icicles

Clinging tenaciously to every tree's bare twigs. Magic! As the sunlight Glinted and bounced

In the cold, crisp air

Of the first day of winter.

She sighed, thinking she was so special,

`Cause God had created All of this magic for her, His special child.

by Linda Amos