Snow Poem by Jenna W. Chryste

Snow is a beautiful
marvelous thing;
as you listen outside
for the church bells to ring.

You may see snow bells,
most likely in full bloom;
while you sit on you bed
waiting inside your room.

You might see snowcaps
upon the mountain top;
the supply of snowberries
may never seem to stop.

But one thing to me
that will always be true
is that snow is always beautiful
whether it's old or new.


(I originally wrote this poem in 4th grade, and later edited it when I was in 6th grade. It was supposed to be an assignment)