When the snow first comes, so fine an' thin, It's good for snow ice-cream; an' by-an'-by Some evenin' we will fill a heapin' tin, And drip hot syrup in—oh me, oh my! Until this week the snow has been too dry, But now it packs, and snow fights will begin. We've built a block-house with a roof so high We only stoop a little when we're in! I've got some boots that come above my knees— Last winter, too, they were my @3special pride;@1 I plunge through any snow-drifts that I please, Or climb on top of 'em an' sit an' slide. But Jimminy! my toes begins to freeze If ever any snow gets down inside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE |