Snow Blizzard

• Xavier McDonald, Grade 5, Malvern Central School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Write Here Write Now 2017' competition

All I can hear is a thundering whistle.
Circles of snow and wind blow in my face
It is like a bucket of snow on my head!
It is starting to become dark but the blizzard
kept going like it would almost never stop.
Even though everywhere is almost solid ice it was a beautiful sight.
Leaves brushed past my face like in a sandstorm!
My ears and toes pranced up and down like a ballerina.
The awful wind took down trees like an elephant in a stampede.
Suddenly I almost took off the ground like an eagle!
The wind swept me up in many different directions.
All of a sudden it stopped like it wasn't even there a second ago!
I was covered in snow still but I knew that it was over.