I woke up, had such a shock.

The snow was falling, the wind roaring.

I went to school, soaked in snow.

We had a snowball fight,

it was such a fright!

I hope it will snow all night.

I wish it was winter always.

It would be a glorious sight;

Snow scattering always through the night. But it would have such a bite.

Snow is puffing steam from a huge machine,

working like a team.  

By Samuel C (Hippo class)