Her Name Was Snow (Children S Story) Poem by louis rams

There is a story that not many children know
Of a young girl - her name was snow.
She would come down - you know not when
But she would become every child s friend.

Children would say that she was
“ as white- as white can be”.
And the suns reflections would dazzle me.

She could make herself “ a blanket on the ground”
Where children could roll and jump on her
And she would not make a sound.

Snow would only come in the winter months.
So that with her the children could play
She was very cold, but they loved her that way.
You could mold her like you would
A piece of clay, and that is the way
That she would stay.

You could make her as an igloo or
A very high wall, or roll her up and
Make her a ball.
There was so many things that you
Could make her to be.
but the thing that she wanted to be the most
Was a white sparkling ghost.
Where she could come when she liked
And the children could have a “snow” ball fight.

So children! When you don’t see snow
coming your way, then wish for her on Christmas day.