Of recent days
They seem too rare.
It’s Colorado we
deserve more,
I think the number
should be four.
Four every year that
is it.
This year we have
had a draught.
And that has made me
pout.
None so far,
Why,
Why.
Well today was my
lucky day.
I could feel it
coming.
It would be today.
It had to be.
I sprang from my bed
full of hope and desire.
Please let it be,
It had to be.
I leap down the
stairs and flip on the news.
“All Denver Public
Schools Have Been Closed”.
Could it be,
Could it be true.
I had to look it up
just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,
Imagining.
Yes it is!
It is true.
It is far over due
but at last it has
come.
There is only one
thing that I mill over in my head.
“What to do First?”
There are snowmen,
And snow forts,
Steaming cocoa,
Computer Games,
TV,
And of course the
thing that I think first,
Sleeping.
Go back to bed and
forget I had to wake up,
Sleep.
There is no way to
describe the feeling,
I guess cause there
is no feeling for it.
This is what makes a
snow day a snow day.
Not the adventure or
fun,
The rest.
Nothing is on your
mind.
You curl up in a
ball wrapped in a robe or blanket,
And just fall
asleep,
It doesn’t matter where,
Who is watching.
What is happening,
When.
It just matters that
you,
Sleep.
Great poem! Getting to go back to bed on a snow day, especially if it's just a little warm still, is one of the penultimate pleasures in life. Wish we had a snow day this year.
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