Walking in the winter snow,
My feet leave tracks that show where I go.
This snow has such fluffy feel,
I sometimes question if it's real.
Walking through this wall of white,
I cannot tell if it's night.
Wondering where i am going,
The snow just keeps on blowing.
Absorbing all this wet white powder,
I hear the winds howling louder.
Finding my way in the snow,
I wonder next where I shall go.
My feet leave tracks that show where I go.
This snow has such fluffy feel,
I sometimes question if it's real.
Walking through this wall of white,
I cannot tell if it's night.
Wondering where i am going,
The snow just keeps on blowing.
Absorbing all this wet white powder,
I hear the winds howling louder.
Finding my way in the snow,
I wonder next where I shall go.
Canadian Identity
sup shane, this is a very interesting poem!
ReplyDeleteI found that the rhyme scheme contribute greatly to the poem. Also, I really liked how the imagery you used appealed specifically to the sense of touch.
Keep it up,
Kella