Last night

• Evie Schultz, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2003

Last night a sheet covered the town,
in a massive, blankety swarm.
It covered the rooftops and the shoptops, but it wasn't warm.

Now why is that, I ask you.
Why is it not warm?
Why did it drop a shivery, massive
swarm?

I asked my sister,
She said "Later."
I asked my Dad,
He was reading the paper!

I asked my mom, "Why is there a
sheet on the town, though..."
She looked at me and smiled.
"It's called snow."