Sunday, February 25, 2007

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 branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden, --
What a pretty sight!


CoralPoetry said...


This is a pretty trimeter poem. Do you have others? You have a typo in the first line.

I enjoyed my time perusing your site and I have bookmarked it to read through the archives at a later time, something that most blog readers seem reluctant to do. I have found that readers spend 30 seconds on the front page, note that there’s a lack of porn and cheap I-pods or I-things and they leave without reading further. Speaking of which, have you seen the new I-house? It has no Windows.


The Tour Marm said...

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!