Pond 16 Friday Jan 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment Tagswinter It’s midwinter The snow lies heavy On the roof of the barn And the pond is Frozen solid In the middle of it Motionless Is a small rowing boat Buried under a Blanket of white © Caro Ness 2015 Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...