First Snow

By, M.L Allen

Snow makes whiteness where it falls.

The bushes look like popcorn balls.

And places where I always play,

Look like somewhere else today.



By, A. Wilkins

The snow fell softly all the night.

It made a blanket soft and white.                     

It covered houses flowers and ground,

But did not make a single sound!





 We listen to “Stopping by the Wood on a Snowy Evening”

by, Robert Frost.  

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.