First Snow (a children's poem)

First little Snow

was timid and shy.

All on his own,

beneath the night sky.

I'll blow down to the park,

there's lots there to see.

But the duckies were snoring,

snuggled down in the dark.

I should visit the flowers,

first little Snow said.

But the flowers weren't out,

they were deep down in bed.

I'll drift past the playground,

that's sure to be fun.

But the children were home,

still asleep, every one.

At last, as the dawn

was beginning to glow,

with a rosy red blush

on the first little Snow;

the duckies woke up,

and like good friends most fond,

they quacked and they laughed

as they slid round their pond.

The flowers til Springtime

would be sleepy-heads.

So the first little Snow

gave them quilts for their beds.

Soon the children woke up,

with squeals and with hoots.

What a wonderful day,

we love snowy weather!

Find snowsuits and hats,

find mittens and boots.

Now hurry outside;

let's all play together.

There were snow forts

and angels,

and flakes to taste too.

As the wind whispered softly;

Snow, I'm proud of you ...

M. Kennedy