Published: Thursday, 14th January, 2010 8:00am

Snow poems

by Correspondent

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YOUNG wordsmiths have been inspired by the snowfall to pick up their pens and get writing.

Charlie Caiger, aged nine, who goes to Emmer Green Primary School, wrote this poem, simply called 'Snow':

Crunchy, crystal flakes falling from the night sky,

littering the silent earth

like a cook sprinkling icing-sugar onto a Christmas cake.

At first sight of day, the pearly white light reveals

a pure white blanket over the garden,

the town transformed into a fantasy world of ice-palaces

and marshmallows.

Taylor Kinghorn, 10, from Woodley, was also feeling poetic and came up with this verse, 'Will it snow? I hope so!':

The people on the weather, are all telling us

That they guarantee showers of snowflakes, so they're the ones we trust

Hopefully watching the window, as mist builds up down the sides

And when we wake up in the morning, we all get a surprise

Thick fluffy blankets of powder shimmer and shine and reflect

I don't like rain or hail, because I always think snow is the best!

The morning sun starts to get brighter, and children are playing outside

I was sure I was going to play too; there could not be a reason otherwise!

Hats slide on, wellies are tight and when you open up the door

The wind and the snowflakes are flooding in, with droplets and diamonds and more!

But don't forget your ice-skates, the lake surely must be frozen

And then everyone was slipping and sliding, before Mum had even spoken!

Jolly old snow, always great fun, but it can never last that long

The day after next it is slop and slush, and puddles turn to ponds

A sigh, a groan but then a small smile, even though the fairy dust disappeared

'Don't worry my friends; don't feel sad, it'll come again next year!'

--- DO you have a snow poem, or a child or grandchild with a white, wintry muse? Drop us an email on news@readingchronicle.co.uk