April Snow Showers

 If April showers bring May flowers, what do April snow showers bring? Last week was beautiful, the snow was almost gone from our yard, the temperatures were up in the 40's, and it was really starting to feel like spring! But then it struck… A snow storm! On and off since Tuesday it has been snowing big, fluffy flakes that just keep piling up. Will spring ever get here?

   The snow reminded me of a poem I had written when I was about 11 or 12, and sent to my pen-pal. It went something like this.

 (Belated) April Fool's
By Beth

                                         

  Snow?

   In April?

You must be crazy!

Is there something in your eyes that makes them hazy?

Is that snow that I see?

Or is there something wrong with me!

We have so much snow in our yard, and it's the kind that's perfect for building stuff with, nice and packy. Becca and I decided to make something today, but we didn't want to make an ordinary snowman, so we made a snow-Dalek!

"Ex-term-in-ate!"

Sky

By Becca

 Mom was on a cleaning spree and found a scrap of yellow paper in her closet.

It was a poem.

It didn't have a name or date on it, but from the handwriting, she knew it was mine.

She put the paper on the dining room table where Beth and I where doing our schoolwork.

I picked it up, happy for a distraction, and read it.

Some parts where silly and bad spelling dotted the paper, but a few lines weren't that bad.

Later I rewrote it, keeping the first stanza, chucking the last, and altering the middle ones.

Anyhow, something I started when I was a little kid somehow found its way to our blog :)

The delicate lace of Sky's blue gown

Danced across endless space

The breath of the wind whirled it around

Starting the merriest chase

While Sky changed to her evening dress

The frills turned purple, pink

The stars peek out behind the darkness

Piercing the heavens as black as ink

As the velvet night began fading away

The silver moon still shone it's light

Sky slipped into her bright new today

But all still remembered the night

Musings of Mama Rabbit

And there was Mother Rabbit

Sitting all alone

Life for her was quieter since

The little ones had grown

They all had gone to new homes now.

Her life seemed like a bore

"Well, maybe" she smiled to her herself

"I'll have a dozen more"

                     -Becca Canaan