Snow poem

Erik Zwicklbauer
Grade 10
Oh the white powder,
that falls from the sky,
May hinder a driver,
Or make someone cry.
But snow is a rare thing,
That comes during a certain time of year,
With carolers that sing,
And children full of cheer.
For snow is a result,
That comes from ol Jack,
That makes you consult,
The man with bags on his back.
It grants a few school snow days,
But leaves without warning,
For it can not stay,
For Spring is surely warming.