Tracy WatsonBrown

Rookie - 0 Points (1968 / Wakefield)

Snow Days - Poem by Tracy WatsonBrown

All night fat flakes fell gently
So we woke to a world clean, fresh and bright.
Thickly wrapped we ventured out
Anticipating rare fun, knowing it would not last long.
Soon, treaties were formed around building,
The price of fighting too heavy by far-
Chilly dribbles down our necks bringing peace.
Construction began and we stood upon mountains declaring ourselves kings of the castle
But wet mittens, cold feet and dripping noses
Soon had us running in for warm blackcurrant squash
And a bath.
The next morning much of what remained
Was brown sludge in the gutter, and snowmen who had lost their shape.
The world seemed a shabby place once the snow had gone.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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