COLD FEET

                            

                                          By Iacob Mihai

Through times of peace and war

Our throats are always sore

When a common enemy shows its face

And it snows in every place.

The first thing you notice is its dire cold,

Which is coming from the times of old

While nature falls into a deep sleep

And everyone gets this thing called cold feet.

Frost and ice can’t go away.

Because they all to It obey

Its name is kind of bitter

And it is WINTER.

(poezie scrisa de Iacob Mihai,cls a X F la Liceul Teoretic ‘Grigore Moisil’,Tulcea

Prof de engleza Nitor-Curca Raluca)