Sophie Thomas


First Snow - Poem by Sophie Thomas

Racing down the icy street,
a snowball flies past my head.
I swivel around, searching,
but my quarry has already fled.
Crouching down behind a car,
I grab a lump of snow.
Slowly forming it into a ball,
waiting for him to show.
He peeks his head around a tree,
I stand up with a cry.
He turns to run, and as he does
I nail him in the eye!


Comments about First Snow by Sophie Thomas

  • Kee Thampi (1/3/2007 12:50:00 AM)

    waiting for him to show.
    He peeks his head around a tree,
    a meadow.... a snow fall
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010


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