Ode to Winter

Oh, how those snowflakes dance

As they plummet towards the land

When you wake up there is no sound to be heard

And I watch snowflake after snowflake fall to the ground

I live for the special day

When snow dumps down in feet

And no way for the snow plows to come in time

Then I can finish my homework.

There are days where snow doesn’t fall

And it doesn’t fall for days to come

A blessing to some, a wound to others

Those days, my soul is shredded

Then I sit in unwavering prayer (with a bag of chips)

A prayer for snow to come 

The fantasy lingers everlasting

Dreaming of worn down skis and broken down toboggans

Then I realize this to be a mere dream

As my season of joy is months and months away

And so continues my mortal pain

For my heart will always be with the winter

And I’m too lazy to move to Alaska

A Thousand Flakes

Silver Medal
Poetry Zone Contest
On the Occasion of the London Olympics

A thousand flakes, descending in harmony
Never a more wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Disrupted by the "whoosh" of man

He glides down the slope with a shout of glee
For never has he ever been so free
Racing straight into winter's gate
Not knowing what surprises await

The sky is grey as night
Lit by a bleak canvas of white
Feet of snow coming in by the score
Leaving him breathless to silently adore

As this endless storm will not forgive
He must hurry if he wishes to live
He dashes down the hill, faster than sound
His fiery tracks pointing homeward-bound

He smoothly sways down to his barn
Where a soothing aroma wafts so warm
He puts his skis on the barren earth
Then rests by the flames of the flickering hearth

A thousand flakes descending in harmony
Never more a wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Undisturbed by any sound of man

The Indispensable Man

An epic tale of remarkable feats

Did NOT start with an axe in a cherry tree

Rather, it began in a Virginian Plantation

Prosperous and proud, in the middle of a future nation

His father was a sheriff who fathered five sons

But the glory of fame would go only to one

A lanky young lad, he was shy and reserved

But he was stopped from attaining the love he deserved

For a sad event shattered the plans he had

They were cut short by the tragic death of his dad.

His plans were crushed to travel abroad

But young Washington found a father in Lawrence, his brother in law

Sadly his surrogate father did not stay

While soldiering, Lawrence found tuberclosis coming his way

While visiting his deathbed, smallpox gave Washington a scar

But this made him immune to the revolutionary wars greatest killer by far

A grown man now, the state governor Dinwiddie

Had given Washington an army job quickly

Now a major, he became a surveyor to The family of Fairfax

Whose undying support enabled him to pay every tax

He surveyed the Ohio River Valley, where no Brit had gone before

He met the French, who were suspicious, and they were right to be so

Ordered by Dinwiddie to fight for the new land

Washington ambushed the French and the 7 year war began

French and Indians fought side by side

And clouds of gunpowder blackened the sky

Promoted to Colonel, Washington was now calling the shots

But by Fort Necessity, he was in for a loss

The French mercilessly stormed the fort, and historians have wrote

Washington escaped with two bullets in his coat

A British general arrived by the name of Braddock, who back home was the master of war

But he was surprised by these hide-in-tree tactics which he had never seen before

The Indians had the advantage, with no contest

And Braddock was felled with a bullet to the chest

But with amazing perseverance, Great Britain finally won

And France was (not literally) pushed off America by the butt of a gun

But the lessons Washington learned from this war were so great

That they helped make him the legend he is to this date

Lost

I was walking through an endless wood

Then at the edge of a trail I stood

I saw thousands of paths cutiing through the snow

And I had no idea which way to go.

Nor did I remember from where I had came

For all paths behind my back looked all the same

I looked up, with my cheeks drenched in frost

And  accepted that I was hoplessley lost.

I wondered around with time passing by

I slowly gazed up to the sky

Then I saw something I had never seen

Since when did the sky ever turn  green?

I began to ponder, in despair

Endlessly pacing,here and there

Sadly I sat on the stump of a tree

For a blizzard raged as far as the eye could see

 I Stepped off the stump and braved into the storm

Snowflakes raging down in a strange sort of form

As they dwindled around in an endless dance

They began to  waltz and prance

And suddenly, I woke from my sleep

And I was lying  in an empty creek

As I drudged  back on the lonesome trail

I  tried to see where I was, to no avail

I was walking across an endless wood

Then at the edge of the trail, I stood

I saw thousands of paths cutting thrugh the snow

And I had no idea which way to go

Writers Block

A vast, impenetrable wall begins to emerge

Every thought I seem to have is sudddenly purged

My mind begins to think rapidly, to no Avail,

And all my creativity begins to fail

My pencil taps furiously against my hand

But something blocks my mind like a mass of land

Fury begins to boil to the top of my mind

And I run out of the door, leaving my writing behind

 I search everywhere for some inspiration

 But nothing ever grabs the poetic sensation

 I try again to take a breath of fresh air

 But then nothing happens and I go back in despair

I beg to anyone to give a story

But none of the answers I ever got had any sort of glory

I begin to pace in fury, my mind full of steam

For my thoughts were blocked by an invisible wall, like a rock blocks a stream

I wonder if I stand upside down

Or do yoga in a place downtown

Or any other trick out of the writers book

To rid myself of the witers confused look

The Daydream

A long, cold, cloudy day
Gazing at the buildings far away
My thoughts begin to flow, dark and deep
And my eyes begin to droop into boundless sleep.

As I float in an endless cloud
With the voices in my mind ringing clear and loud
The world begins to look like an endless pond
And I see mountains far beyond

Flying through a cloud of dreams
Thousands of sights to be seen
Familiar faces, swirling around
Filling my heart with wonderful sounds

And oh, the strange thoughts my mind thinks
Flying pianos with soft drinks
A wooly mammoth sprouting katydids
And a playground full of Martian kids

And I, watching these things go by
See pirates dueling in the sky
Then I ponder why I think these things
As a midget T-Rex begins to sing

Then soon the mountains come closer by
And  I gasp as I cut through the sky
For these mountains are not mountains at all
They are candy mounds in an ice cream waterfall!

But then a noise cuts through my brain
A fist taps my desk like pounding rain
The teacher gives me a glaring eye
And I push myself up with a grunting sigh

A long cold cloudy day
Gazing at buildings far away
Though thoughts begin to flow, dark and deep
Fear prevents me from going back to sleep