The ground buried with a blanket of snow.
They jump out of their warm beds, filled with glee,
"We want to go sledding; Mom, can we go?"
Mother says "dress warm" as it will be cold,
The kids get ready and wear warm attire
The childrens' joy brings back memories old
As Mother loved sledding in years prior
They hop in the van and begin to drive
Toward a winter wonderland of awe.
The children give one another high fives,
As it is the biggest hill they ever saw!
The huge hill is covered with bright white snow,
The children run up excited to sled,
Down the slippery slope they wish to go.
They get themselves ready and down they head.
With great cheer in their eyes, the kids go down;
One quick look up to see mother gazing.
As they slipped, sledded and slid all around,
She was cold and wished for a fire blazing
But what fun they are having on this day -
Not locked up inside the house all alone.
A little bit longer she'll let them stay,
Before they pack up and start to head home.
They get themselves ready and down they head.
With great cheer in their eyes, the kids go down;
One quick look up to see mother gazing.
As they slipped, sledded and slid all around,
She was cold and wished for a fire blazing
But what fun they are having on this day -
Not locked up inside the house all alone.
A little bit longer she'll let them stay,
Before they pack up and start to head home.
i see you using some alliteration there!
ReplyDeleteYou did a very poppin fresh job in writing this poem with the romanticism and the iambic pentameter along with the other things derp.
ReplyDeleteGood job Rachel! This had a very nice rhythm and the rhyme scheme worked out well.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem. You had interesting rhymes going on :)
ReplyDeleteYour rhyme scheme was unique, but great! And your iambic pentameter was perfect.
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