Snow Day by Matt Bouma-Hannam

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6:00 a.m. My phone tells me it's time to go to school.
I reply with a groan and try to unwind, but I think about all of the homework that is assigned. 
There's a different feeling this time; my room is cool.
Bright streams of white light leak through my blinds,
and my two windows allow these two streams to meet.
I get up and walk through the center of my room to the nearest source of light.
Slowly, I lift up a blind. My eyes cannot adjust to the brightness. 
A few blinks later, I can see snow from the trees to the street.
I squint to try to make out the green of the trees, a magnificent sight.
Looking away, my eyes readjust. I long to see that old cypress.

Three knocks on my squeaky wooden door. Mom walks in.
"School was canceled," she said. Oh how long it's been.
I sink back into my bed hoping to recover the sleepiness that just troubled my eyes.
I fail, knowing that there is a sector of snow in my backyard to colonize.
A warm breakfast is followed by orders to shovel the driveway.
One may think I would dread such an ask,
but the sight of wonderful white gets me on task.
Shovelful after shovelful in the freezing cold midday,
I start to wonder why life can't always be this way.

Despite my numb fingers and toes, I look forward to a warm cup of cocoa.
There is no better time than when the fat man comes to say, "Ho ho!"
Soon we will gather around that old cypress and dress it in a white glow.
If I squint the tree will once again be covered in snow.

Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 29, 2019 at 9:57 AM

    https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8b/Snow_on_cypress_tree.jpg/220px-Snow_on_cypress_tree.jpg

    https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcScChgatBrY6JNmnU1ZrmPLLh-qAweserScreYlN4JgAJcoCsQ_&s

    [Some pictures]

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  2. AnonymousNovember 29, 2019 at 1:30 PM

    What you did was super creative. Most kids don't even attempt to make poems, however, you did and I applaud you for that.

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  3. AnonymousNovember 30, 2019 at 9:33 AM

    I like how you took such a simple topic and made it more interesting by putting it in poem form.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 30, 2019 at 10:24 AM

    I like how you were able to take just take the phase “snow day” and talk about all of the components of it in just a little poem— it was compact and very good

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  5. DanielleDecember 3, 2019 at 10:56 AM

    I like that you wrote a poem. I think we should have off from Halloween until January 3rd : )

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