Bryan Chiakpo

Look At the New Snow Flurries

Snow piled trees, and snow filled streets.
With no people or cars driving by my street..
No school, no work, except for shoveling my porch.
While some call a snow plow to do their work.
Pancakes, eggs, and bacon is the start to my day,
After shoveling I go out and play
 Jumping off my porch and snow ball fights
Some may go snowboarding and take flight
Hanging with friends doing whatever we like.
In the end you hit the ground, with fresh smell and cold taste.
Coming inside after a wintry fun-packed day,
Drinking hot cocoa, with marshmallows and whipped cream.
I sit in front of the fire, and watch TV,
And also look at the new snow flurries.
Could it be again, only one can imagine the possibilities,
 That a winter wonderland could bring.


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