SNOW

Chris.


My poem about snow.

Some things you may, or may not know.

Couldn't think of many words that rhyme, but I’ll give it a go.

It’s that white frosty stuff, which falls from the heavy, dark sky,

If you’re unlucky, a snow flake will fall into your eye.

Under a microscope, every flake is different.

That I didn't know, about snow.

When it does come down and settles, it turns trees, fields, rooftops, and roads etc. a different colour, and that colour is white.

It’s good for sledging, and when made into a ball,

good to throw & have a snowball fight.

That’s fun, as you probably know, and after a while, your hands feet and face begin to glow.

Snow can be sculptured into numerous things, not just men, but very creative?

I think ‘that’s art’, made from snow. 

But just because it looks pretty, that doesn't make it right!

Snow turns everything green to white,

giving some people a fright.

People trying to clear their drives, with brooms and plastic shovels,

sometimes, even at night!

The temperature is freezing; it does turn into ice,

and (not just for me) that’s not always nice!

Lots of children may be very happy, to school they don’t go,

when it’s bad snow.

Their parents will be thinking ‘not again’ Oh, please, NO’!!

Old people fall and that’s not right, they also don’t want to get involved

in a snowball fight!

Very cold cyclists (if you see any) covered up; you just see their eyes,

they are just trying to stay upright, that’s no surprise.

Farmers must hate it, not the time to sow

and the snow

won’t let the crops grow. 

At the moment, it’s stopping me earning, but I won’t get low,

it’ll get me writing more, so come on, LET’S GO!!

Yesterday, I saw paw prints, it was of a cat. That I do know.

Looked like it was walking slow, in the very white snow.

Just like me, cautiously walking into town,

still the white stuff came down!

I had my boots on, not my shoes,

but it’s not as bad here, as some places I have seen on the news.

Even some 4 by 4’s were not able to go.

I slipped a bit, on the slippery, frosty pavement, as I walked slow,

but the road had drivers stuck in traffic; I looked at all the stationary cars,

with white bonnets & roofs covered in inches of snow,

with the drivers mentally forcing the car in front, to try and get it to go.

I wonder if their car doors had been frozen closed, I don’t know.

Then later, I watched the snow falling in the dark, yes it was night,

in the streetlight,

the flakes fell and they seemed bigger and they also seemed to glow.

But I really can’t wait to see it all melt, bye bye snow,

I’ll then watch the water flow.

Now has that been enough info, about the snow?

Because I must go,

but I wonder if the weather will be the same tomorrow?

If so,

everything will happen again and be the same, because of the snow.  

Finished!  And exactly 613 words total. Phew!

My first ever written poem, please, please tell me, how did I do?

I think I’ll put my name to it; I’m brave enough, so you’ll know.

But if you think that I’ve made any mistakes, please let me know. 

Please also take careful note, I thought it was very, very, good of me,

especially,

as on purpose, in my poem about snow,

I DID NOT until now, mention the word once.

That word, of course, was ‘yellow’.