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Winter: A Child’s Guide

When the wind howls through the trees;

When you fear your feet will freeze;

When dark clouds obscure the sun;

Know that winter has begun.


Now’ s the time the days seem short;

Now a cold can soon be caught;

Now more frequent rain will fall;

It’s just winter  – that is all.


Thunderstorms may come and go;

On high mountains there’ll be snow;

Frost may form upon the grass:

This is winter. It will pass.


Winter’s time for active play.

Grab your gear without delay!

Put your boots on! Join your team!

Soon much warmer it will seem!


If you’d rather play inside,

Indoor games wait to be tried.

With your family or a friend,

Boredom soon will quickly end.


Start a hobby and collect.

Fix a toy that someone wrecked.

Solve a puzzle. Draw or paint.

Clean your room. Your Mum will faint!


Drink hot chocolate by the fire.

Read an author you admire.

Whether you’re a girl or boy,

Don’t miss out on winter joy!

Monty Edwards
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15

Poetry Prompt15

Author Comment: My aim in the poem was to help children think positively about winter, since despite its drawbacks and discomforts, these are temporary and the season still offers many opportunities for real enjoyment.

Poem of the Day


Terrible deep the horrible snow

A Hedgehog Song

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.