Crisp cold air that blows around.My heart thumps against the wind.
It can not stop.
I can not wait until the snow comes.
I see the first snowflake, then another
then another...
Now my heart is thumping fast.
WINTER IS HERE!
Kelley Webster
Grade 3, Deerfield School
-from The Westwood Public Library's
2007 Poetry Anthology
