Snow Day
Fresh new white layer, there is no place to go.
So we gather our sleds to play in the snow.
Who goes fastest down the hill?
What a blast! What a thrill!
Up and down the hill sharing just two sleds,
So much fun and laughter, noses turning red.
Hour after hour, spent out in the snow.
Hands, cold and numb, now sip cocoa slow.
Marshmallows and chocolate stain our lips.
Mom gives us cookies; cleans up the drips.
Julie A Wilson 