Snow – you love it or you hate it

Snow – you love it or you hate it

Tonight it began to snow. I wasn’t really counting on this type of weather anymore. The weather inspired me to write. Weather can be a great inspiration, don’t you think? Snow – you love it or you hate it. This is all about poems that were inspired by weather.

Let’s begin with a statement that opposes to this type of weather. According to Andrea Dietrich, who wrote this poem, you can also sing this. The melody that can be used is “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”


Go Away, Go Away, Go Away

By Andrea Dietrich

Oh, the weather outside is crappy,

and they say I should be happy,

But to all this snow I say,

“Go away, go away, go away.”


Some weirdos think snow is “gnarly,”

But roads are slick and snarly,

And MORE snow’s on the way,

“Go away, go away, go away.”


When I woke up at 6 a.m.,

fast to my window I ran.

But the earth was a blinding white.

My car wouldn’t start.  What a fright!


When finally I got started,

and to the roads I darted,

I was sliding as I prayed,

“Go away, go away, go away.”

Andrea is not the only one who thinks this way about snow. There is more to tell about the feelings people get from snow.


Winter Fun


By Matthan Atherton


Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold

The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice

As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men

A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk

A snow day for school
All the kids think it’s cool

Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch

Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide

Fair enough, snow only falls when the temperatures are low. However, there is also a mentioning of snow in the summer.

Summer Snow

By Chris Hagy

Cotton flies like summer snow
Through the little city with no one to clothe
Descended from giants whose purpose long forgotten
That even in this fabricated world…
Nothing feels better than cotton
Fluffy clouds carry the tiny seeds
Across the wind with no one in need
The white puffs dance and twist and weave
Like tiny sprites in the summer breeze
Till finally they must hit the ground
Or whatever else happens to be lying around
They line the dirt trails and driveways and streets
Sticking to everything that they meet
They give a soft feel to month of June
But of a light white dusting nothing is immune
I saw my dog salted and thought into what has she gotten?
Then laughed and said “Oh!”
“It’s that cotton pickin, frickin cotton!”

And to close this article, my thoughts about snow.



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