Winter presents us with its own version of beauty. Here are 5 student poems that capture that essence particularly well.
1. Breath of Life by Mary Therese, 3rd grade
2. Climb Up the Mountain by Michelle, 3rd grade
3. My Tree, Snowy by Cassandra, 3rd grade
4. Snow in Houston by Adam, 3rd grade
5. In Houston by Samson, 4th grade
In Houston snow is very rare
When it does snow, I bundle up
I drink hot cocoa inside
There’s not enough snow to
sled or build a snowman
But I do go outside and play
I run under the snowflakes
I watch the sun’s rays twist and
blast off while the snow level rises.
By Adam, 3rd grade
cold as ice
fun to play with
pure snow water
reach the sky
By Lily, 4th Grade
Photo by annkelliott via Flickr
2, 1948. I look outside
the window to find a
winter surprise of snow,
a thin layer of white.
I walk outside and it
is cold. I see snowballs
flying around. I throw
one and it starts to circle
around all by itself.
What a thrill to be alive
By Isaac, 4th Grade
It is Christmas
and I am outside playing snowmen,
I mean snow women.
My grandmother, my mother,
my grandfather, my father, and I are all
outside lighting firecrackers.
The sound is loud as gunshots.
It hurts my eardrums but
the fireworks are colorful.
They look like flowers in
the night sky. It is real
cold outside. I am wearing
a pink, fluffy coat. The firecrackers
are flying up in the sky. My God-
brother and I are eating some of the
snowflakes as they fall. I smell fire
from the firecrackers, a sparkler in my hand
feels funny. I am throwing snowballs
at my family and they are throwing them
back to me. I let them hit me.
Inside we have a contest to see
who can open their presents first. We drink
eggnog and we eat Santa cookies
and Rudolph cookies. We eat Popeye’s
chicken thighs, red beans and rice, and for dessert
we have Popeye’s apple pie. It’s still warm
in my mouth when we play
hide and seek in the backyard.
Whoever gets hit with a snowball is it.
I go across the street to get my best friend
and we play until my grandmother
comes to get me to go to my
I like Christmas.
By Xythia, 10 years old
You are a big tree. You carry a lot of nature and hold baby birds. You look like a big giraffe because you have a long and tall trunk. I’m tall, too. Your leaves look like hair and your branches look like my arms. When I touch you, you feel a little rough.
Your colors are pink, yellow, and white. I like your name, “snow” with a “y” at the end. I name you that because you remind me of winter, and in the winter your leaves fall down, and they look like falling snow. In the spring when you come back, you will be the same, won’t you, Snowy?
By Cassandra, 3rd grade
[photo by Jenny Downing via flickr]