Even if you live in Texas like I do, it’s fun to think about snow in winter. That’s probably because I no longer have to shovel it! As a child, some of my fondest memories were of taking walks in the new-fallen snow with my dad. I loved sitting on the radiator in our living room at night, peering out the window, and watching the snowflakes illuminated by the streetlamp outside. I hope you and your students will enjoy this winter poem:
Falling Snow
by anonymous
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!
