For days we were warned of the beast
that was on the way here from the east:
temperatures would be very low
and we’d all be buried in snow.
Schools were all closed, homes shut up tight,
most of Cornwall was dressed in white.
Here, a freezing gale was blowing
but it never started snowing.
The duck pond outside was frozen,
wouldn’t want to dip my toes in,
but here we were bathed in sunshine:
of snow there was still little sign.
In Newquay snow came along late
Local kids could then ski or skate.
Today they said that we’d have more.
No, it’s already on the thaw!
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