Snow
I woke up one morning, still sleepy, still slow
Then dad said “Hey Sam, have you seen the snow”?
“Snow”! I shouted, now in a dash,
I put my clothes on, quick as a flash.
Moving quickly now, sleepy no more,
I grabbed my sledge and headed for the door.
Whizzing down the hills, what fun I had,
Made some snowballs and threw them at Dad.
Face getting colder, nose starting to glow,
“Come on Sam!” Dad said, “It’s time to go”.
Sitting by the fire now, thinking about my day,
I really really wish that the snow will stay.
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