White as infinity’s page,
Pages of a non-written future,
As crisp as a bauble’s shell,
Being trodden on by a foot,
Cold as the outside breeze on a winter’s day,
Freezing our noses red,
As delicate as a snowflake,
With its intricate design,
Powdery as white chalk,
Being crushed into dust,
Snow – as wintry as winter itself.
The elves make toys for the children asleep
As they snore and count sheep.
Santa and his elves are out in the snow,
Getting ready to go.
Every night they deliver toys
To all the girls and boys.
Eating mince pies, what a pleasant surprise,
Santa be quick,
Because the children are slick,
And are waking up fast!
On his sleigh he gets
And off he goes,
With Rudolf’s nose
Guiding him back home.
As I step on the layers of crisp,
The layers of white blanket sit,
As I step on the layers of silk,
The layers that look as if I’ve spilt milk,
As I step on the layers of white,
The layers of a beautiful sight,
As I step on the layers of slush,
The layers of much memories-much,
As I step on the layers,
The layers…
Winter’s snowflakes bustle around,
they are God’s frozen tears showering
to the ground
Warm blankets, dancing fires
hot stew
Something that upgrades the twinkling star
in your parents’ eyes
Even homework,
it sort of makes it good too
you know when Jack Frost pays a visit
and writes the answers on the window too?
Anyway winter always will and always is a standing
enjoyment
What’s more
there is an improvement every year.
“That is why you must simply cherish it, dear,”
says my grandmother, wiping a tear.
Christ are saviour was born on this day,
How on earth can we repay.
Ready to celebrate the merry event,
I can already smell the beautiful scent.
Suffer no more Christmas is here,
To everyone I wish good cheer.
May we all enjoy this brilliant holiday,
At the end of the day maybe you want to pray.
So I wish you all the best of times.
Winter dawn –
I sit with my grandmother
as she weaves the sweater for me.
“You know how happy we were then?”
she says, with a trickle of river
racing down her wrinkled cheek;
“A line, a boundary drawn not only along
two seperate nations;
but along families,
love,
and people.”
She carefully weaves the threads
of nostalgia,
of every hue –
red, green, blue.
“The greenest of pastures,
fluttering butterflies with their gaudy wings,
sunlit mustard flowers blooming.”
And I see a tear,
glistening on the thin treads
of nostalgia
and then, I tenderly wipe them off
with a flower petal.
“Those mustards which bloomed with the shades
of sunlit stars.”
One flower petal
and in the depths of Grandma’s eyes
I saw mustard flowers
still blooming.
Roger has a big brain,
just like his fame.
Every time he comes out,
all he can hear is a shout.
He is great,
even though I’m only eight.
I do not hate,
I simply donate.
This place will never see fate,
as Roger Stevens is great!
I went to the cinema.
wanted to go to see The Greatest Showman.
I brought the tickets.
I asked which room to go in
and she said number 8
I walked in
It was empty!
I said hello.
Nobody answered
I was disappointed
to be watching it by myself.
It was amazing
I felt sorry for the people
who were watching the fire
I felt more sorry for the man
who almost died in the fire.
I left the cinema felling happy
that I watched the film
I’d been looking forward to watching
I wanted to watch it again
Mom said, Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!