Snow

I am nine and the
Heavy snow may delay
Or even cancel school,
The white flakes fall fast
And thick so my sisters
And I are eager to play
In the fresh blanket
Of white in the
Bitter cold.
We burst out
The back door
Baked potatoes
In tinfoil in pockets
Running & kicking up
The snow then rolling in it,
I walk making new snow prints
Around our big house part way
Then backtrack on my own
Snow prints backward to
Where I can pull myself
Up onto the side of
The porch and let
The new prints
Appear
To
End
Mysteriously
While I go through
The house to the back
Yard to play some more
Building snow tunnels
And forts while my
Sisters and my
Little brother
Frolic in
The
Winter
Snowstorm
That has snarled
Traffic all over the
Region though
We are glad
School got
Canceled
Today.
Our
Snowman
Is also happy
Smiling with rock
Teeth and black button
Eyes with a wooden
Indian nose and
An old ratty
Scarf.