Snowed

In layer upon layer, coat, scarf and glove.

Out the door I'm pushed into snow I do not love.

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

Yet this falls on deaf ear

As my eyes begin to tear

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

My feet feel heavy in my boots,

Down the stairs I slowly scoot.

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

Through the glass a smile I see,

I'm jealous it's her inside not me.

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

In my face, a snowball hits

God, this snow, it is the pits!

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

My hands reach down, a target's in sight,

With a snowball I'm ready for the fight.

I do not want to go outside,

I do not like the snow.

On his head the snow falls

I laugh, then I hear my mom call,

"Do you want to come inside?

Do you like the snow?"

Well,

I do not want to go INside.

I LOVE the snow!

5.) Write a poem about a snow memory.
Last January, at the ripe old age of 2 3/4, she hated the snow. At least, that's what she told us. As I bundled her up, layer upon layer, she reminded me she didn't want to go out. I captured this photo moments before sending her out with Bry, after he had shoveled the front path. Quickly her frown turned into a smile. She had a lot of time to enjoy the snow last year, with record snow fall in the greater Philadelphia area.