A gloomy glazier
went up a glacier
to have a look at the snow.
Without any haze
he could cast his gaze
over the icy flow.
Then down the mountain
like a freezing fountain
the ice began to travel.
Down they came,
glazier and glacier —
a mess you couldn’t unravel.
Photo by Pixabay
It’s wintertime in Krakow
and by the castle wall,
the snow is fresh and deep
from this morning’s fall.
The city seems in silence,
the trees are black and bare,
and I can hear my heartbeats
in the frozen air.
Teacher’s note: Krakow is the second largest city in Poland. Its existence can be traced back to the Stone Age. The Old City and Wawel Castle are heritage sites. Krakow boasts one of the world’s oldest universities, and of course it is famous for Oskar Schindler’s factory which is now a museum.
They stood side by side in a paddock one day,
Two tall gentlemen watching children at play.
When seen from a distance they both looked the same,
Just silently watching, not joining the game.
The sun warmed them gradually, ever so slow,
The heat barely noticed till both had to go.
“It’s hot!” said the first as he left for the day.
The second said nothing, just melted away.
When later the children came looking around,
Not even one trace of the men could be found.
With sadness they realised what they had forgot:
That snowmen can’t last when the weather gets hot!
by Doug McLeod
Terrible deep the snow is
Deeper than ever we saw
Nestled together we pray for warm weather,
Waiting for winter to thaw.
Were I a swallow I’d happily follow
All of my friends as they fly
Off in formations to southern locations
Delightfully sunny and dry.
Here in the forest it’s twenty below,
Shivery blizzards persistently blow
Making you freeze from your top to your toe.
Terrible deep, the horrible snow
Terrible deep the snow is,
Wish I could sleep like a log.
Snoozing and snoring, while possibly boring,
Is better than flurries and fog.
Happily dreaming till sunlight starts gleaming
I wouldn’t wake up till the spring –
I envy them dearly, who hibernate yearly –
For winter’s a terrible thing.
Summer is fast but the winter is slow
Icicles form and the rivers won’t flow,
Birds by the million left ages ago
Terrible deep, the horrible snow.
Longer and colder the winter nights grow
How we survive it we really don’t know
Nothing to eat but the acorns we stow
Terrible deep, the horrible snow.
Australian Children’s Poetry 