SNOWBALLS

All morning

my brother and I

made snowballs

behind the safety

of our snow forts.

We packed firm round balls

for our arsenal.

Then,

when the pile

was big enough,

we had the snowball 

fight championship.

I threw first.

Got him in the chest

S-M-A-C-K.

He threw back.

I got a snowball

down my collar

Brrr-rrr-rrr.

We exchanged volleys.

And when the snowballs

were all thrown,

I was wet.

My brother declared himself

snowball throwing

champion of the world.

He said he was the winner

because I was wetter.

We went inside to warm up

and drink hot chocolate.

He doesn't know 

I've hidden one

perfect snowball 

in the freezer.

I'll get him back

next July.


    Do you have snow where you live?  Can you write a poem about how snow makes you feel?  Can you think of words that rhyme with snow?  Make a list and see where your poems takes you.  Have a fun magic carpet ride to poetry.