A day off from school, playing in the snow, times like these pass so quickly as a child. However, you are never too old to do a snow angel, or build a snowman.


Snow Day

Oh yea!
The bus won't be here today.
Can my smile get any wider,
As I wipe the sandman away?

Little flakes, how they pile up,
It's the first one this year.
I can hear my friends, like me,
Giving out a loud cheer.

"It's a snowday,"
As I look at my moms "Oh no" face.
I gave her a sly smile,
As I tied up my bootlace.

Down the hill, sledding,
It's gonna be so cool.
Cause tomorrow the roads will be clear,
And I know it's back to school.

We could make a snow angel,
Or build a huge snowman.
"Lets make him ten feet tall."
I just know we can.

And now I'm just covered with snow,
I can see my mom waving me in.
I'll look forward to the next snowday,
When I'll do it all over again.




Poetry by John Lockawich
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Written on 2006-11-25 at 22:10

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This brings back wonderful memories of my childhood and those snow days when I did exactly what you've written about! Play outside until my fingers froze and then stumble inside for my mother's hot cocoa.
2006-11-25