Nature Poem for Kids

An Adventure On A Snowy Day

What kid doesn't love the snow? As a child, I always felt snow was somehow magical, and I enjoyed immensely how it made everything look so different. I could play outside in the snow for hours, and go on all kinds of adventures in my imagination. In honor of my childhood memories, I wrote a poem about a little boy who goes on an adventure in the snow, in his parents' back yard.

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White Planet

Bettina Van Vaerenbergh © more by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

Published by Family Friend Poems November 9, 2021

Snow is falling, as quiet as a mouse;
On people and on dogs, and on our house.
A fluffy blanket now covers the street -
The cars are white, and that is neat.

Quickly I dress and run a comb through my hair.
No time to lose, there's magic in the air.
School's off, so I've got all day -
To go on adventures, to roam and to play.

Mama is in the kitchen, baking pancakes -
But I'm not hungry, I want to catch snowflakes.
And just when I have so much to do;
She's got scrambled eggs and bacon too.

With a sigh I sit down and empty my plate;
To venture outside I can hardly wait.
The garden looks pristine, and oh so inviting;
My very own Wonderland, how exciting!

Mama has a pair of furry snow boots for me;
To make my footsteps extra crunchy.
The moment has come, I step through the door -
I'm going where no man has gone before.

I'm an astronaut, my space rocket has just landed;
It ran out of fuel, and now I'm stranded.
How will I survive in this alien, white place?
There's so many dangers I bravely must face.

This planet has ferocious, flesh-eating chickens;
And a poisonous fog that slowly thickens.
The tiniest hole in my outer space gear
Means certain death; it's my biggest fear.

The temperatures here are far below zero -
If I make it out alive, I'll be a superhero!
I gather all my courage, and I set out to explore;
Until I'm so cold I can't go on anymore.

It's slowly getting dark, and the wind is howling.
My nose has frostbite, my stomach is growling.
Then mama calls, on earth it's time for dinner -
And I hurry back to base camp, feeling like a winner.

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ABOUT THE POET:

Bettina Van Vaerenbergh lives in Belgium, a small country in Europe. She and her husband are happily married. They have one grown daughter, and they share their home with an adorable poodle. Her passions are Jesus, cooking great food, long nature walks, Belgian chocolate, and reading and writing poetry. She’d love to touch other people with her...

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I love this poem! It brings back so many memories of my childhood and my two sons growing up and the snow days off of school. They would be peeking out the window most of the night, wishing & praying for a snow day to have off school to enjoy having fun in the winter wonderland outside the window. They would bundle up, and I would be inside watching them through the window while preparing a gigantic winter country breakfast and getting ready a hot homemade soup or stew for later in the day. I was just happy to see them having fun outside using their imaginations and just being kids enjoying the beauty of nature! I love this poem!

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