Snow Days Last Forever

Waking up in the morning when you're in a warm bed, completely comfortable, and completely exhausted....well you don't exactly want to get out of bed. Well at least I know I don't. I personally like my sleep. And when you wake up and realize it's zero below you just want to crawl right back into the bed you crawled out of. And that's how I came across my title. The days that snow feel like they're going to drag on forever. And that's bad enough that they do, but I have to sit in school during it, which make them feel even longer and longer.

Anyway today I'm going to try and bring you guys a poem or quote about snow or winter. I felt that it was appropriate considering the circumstances of the piles of snow outside right now. Yesterday in my car I almost bit it...at least three times. My car spinned out into an innersection, but don't worry I'm still alive, hence the whole me still here blogging. Anyway I'm going to put five poems in here for you guys today. I hope you enjoy them just as much as I do.



* Winter Beauty: "When it's winter in the Valleyand my breath hangs in the air, The snow will crunch beneath my feetand glisten in the air. The stars at night light up my worldso I never walk alone; It's clear and crisp and beautifulin the Valley I call home."



* A Winter Dawn: "Banana-cream and apricotarose in the eastern sky; Softly blending with shaded-greys, it quietly caught the eye. Dawn is magic along the horizonbefore the sun climbs aloft; Winter mornings are specially-embellishedwith colours more muted and soft. Snowflakes mirror the pastel tones, adding their touch for the day; Beauty spilled from nature's paletteand meant to come our way."



* "Little chickadees, as busy as bees,flying back and forth from the feeder to the trees. One sunflower seedhe takes to the tree; Eats it there; flies right back -”chick-a-dee-dee-dee.” Such a cheerful fellowand not a bit shy; He doesn’t mind if I’m there -he’ll come so close-by. ”Chick-a-dee-dee-dee” - my favourite winter song; I could spend time watching himall day long. A tidy little fellow - no seeds scattered ‘round; His winter manners keep the seedup, off the ground. When seeds in the feederstart getting low,”Chick-a-dee-dee-dee” - He’ll always let me know. A polite little friendI’m happy to see; He has great winter manners - I think you’ll agree."



* The Magic of Winter
"Winter and snow is a child's delight - things dreamed of in July;
Sleds and hills, squeals and spills, waving, as the world rushes by.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Angels they make in the blanket of white, and tomorrow will remember how
Snowflakes felt on their tiny tongues - like magic to them now.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Snow-people are made and all decked out with colours and a happy smile;
Forts are built with utmost care so they will last awhile.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Snowballs rolled and piled with glee; tots laughing merrily;
Adults watch, remembering - secrets bubbling free.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Skiers fly the well-packed slopes, independence lighting their eyes;
Blending with snow as they descend like magic from the skies.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
The ice is cleared so skaters glide and maybe spin a dream
Of triple loops and a sharp edge and costumes of gold and cream
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
At the end of the day all tucked away, they dream of flakes of white
Floating from heaven, in a musical dance - an innocent child's insight.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow, EVERYWHERE!"



* Visions of Christmas
"When you think of Christmas, what do you see -
a wreath, a candle, a star or a tree?
A profusion of lights may come to mind;
a choir, a pageant, or a deed that is kind.
Children in awe, with eyes so bright,
learning the meaning of the very first night;
And then the tradition of Santa, in red -
they listen for sleigh-bells when tucked into bed.
When you think of Christmas, what do you see?
I see the children, minds open and free."



~All these poems are brought to you by Joan Adams Burchell.~



I thought that these poems were just the cutest thing! They were exactly what I was looking for and exactly what I wanted you guys to see. They talk about snow. family, and christmas. Which is everything that is going on at this time of year. Maybe not the snow for some, but definately christmas and family!