Ermine landscapes

Running into the mountains all children would go...
With hearts aflutter O there's a golden rainbow

And a pot of gold on a white ermine landscape-
Of snow, where playful; polar bears play

With Apollonian spirits roaring all day—
And a billion stars with a moonscape!

You can closely lasso, you can lasso,
And, take your Winnie the Pooh,

Do you remember this, too?
Or is it just me.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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