Snow Day
It is most probable that you do not live in a highrise complex. I am lucky enough to live in one with a central park that includes two outdoor pools and six tennis courts. We don't get snow very often and it is a cause celebre! Unfortunately for the students, this snow day came on a Sunday. School is open tomorrow!
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden, --
What a pretty sight!
2 comments:
Hi,
This is a pretty trimeter poem. Do you have others? You have a typo in the first line.
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Regards,
Coral
Thanks for stopping by Coral.
The typo was corrected. (I had cut and pasted it from another site.)
If you read my post Poetry: For School and Soul (Feb. 18), you will understand that I shall try to put poetry into my posts occasionally. As to meter, anything goes. But from the top of my head ...
Once a big molicepan
Saw a bittle lum
Sitting on the sturbcone
Chewing gubblebum.
"Lum," said the molicepan,
"Better simme gome."
"Tot on your nintype,"*
Said the bittle lum.
Hope to see you again!
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