Snow Day

For Devons Picture This group

Bright color flashes from our TV screen,
Roadrunner getting the best of Wile E.
Mornings of pancakes and feetie PJs
lounging about on this lovely snow day.

Today there's no History or Phys-ed,
we will be watching The Flintstones instead.
After our breakfast and favorite shows
we've nothing to do but play in the snow.

Mother will bundle us from head to toe
to look like three overstuffed marshmallows.
And when we are done we'll sit by the fire
drinking hot cocoa, our clothes in the dryer.

Dreaming of astronauts we'll be someday
lounging about on this lovely snow day.

Author's Note

Ah, those were the days....

Reviews

[Devons]

A very sweet but dreamy and nostalgic kind of poem. Straight-forward, neat and almost maternal in its comforting tone. An uplifting piece of work which manages to be sentimental without being sickening. Makes the whole thing seem cocooned. Drowsily warm, but fully conscious dreaming.

[The Perfectionist]

Just because I can, the character's name is actually Wile E., not Wylie.

This was an effective little childhood thing enough, and then I saw the picture. I'd venture you did a good job connecting that with a poem. The rhyming is good, actually, and not as forced as I would have expected. The lines themselves sometimes don't quite flow together, but it's never entirely breaking. Good job.

[Hannah]

Oh, wow this is great xD I just had a snowday a few days ago... I still wish they were like this.
This poem is very sweet and well written, and it made me laugh!

[writernubbin]

I loved those kind of days with my kids...long ago! I like this one very much. It makes me nostalgic, makes me smile.

[Samuel Dickens]

Yes indeed. Mine weren't quite so splendid, but unforgetable, none the less. These words are sweet, Doreen.

[GreenSkeleton16]

YAy !!! THIS made me happY!! great way to express from a kids point of view!

[E.H. Monroe]

I have zero shame, and even less class. So when I tell you I did in fact get misty, had to wipe away tears at the all out simple joy that getting that phone call and knowing that me and Momma Monroe could stay in our small apartment and watch reruns of Green Acres and say f**k off to the snow white world outside, I mean it.

God damn it where are my tissues.

And its snowing in Jersey...

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Perhaps I an obsessive, but this poem is schizophrenic to me. It starts out free verse in the first stanza, then it goes to rhyming four line stanzas then at the end you have a couplet. This is very distracting for me. It feels like it doesn't know what it wants to be. I think you could take out the first stanza, break the next two into couplets and have a wonderful poem of six two line stanzas. Because the story that you tell is wonderful and it takes me back to a time that I desperately miss. The content is light ... and playfully delightful.

[Jim Parson]

What great memories this brought back! Thanks for posting it. It's great fun.