61. Snow Day
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.
We, in grade three, love your snow poem. We have included own illustrations and we are going to read your poem to our Learning Buddy class of grades primary and one! We like having snow days too!
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Look outside, see the trees.
Watch the flowers in the breeze.
Things won't be like this in a year or two
If polluting is all we do.
I'm a college student who found your poem almost 10 years later. I am using it for my literacy analysis paper for an Intro to Literature class! If you ever come back here, just know your poem...
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The grass so green,
the sun so bright.
Life seems a dream,
no worries in sight.
I really love this site. I have become very inspired by this. I want to read more poems about all the relationships and a lot more things on earth. Thank you.
The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
You see now, it's invisible
to the naked eye.
This is an absolutely beautiful poem that made me think of God; how God proves that he is there and who he is. It made me think of how he is always there, invisible to the naked eye for now...