Dead on the Trail to School
There is still school despite the snow
Dressed up warmly I head out slow
Three long blocks to make my way
I crunch and push through anyway.
The first block I use to explore my land
Squinting I investigate the sight in-hand
White white white and bitter cold
Now head ducked down, I feel so bold.
The second block starts to feel like a brick
My mittens now wet from getting hit
The snowball fight took many down
We all sludge towards the school with frowns.
The third block turns me into ice
The tingling starts
Bright blinds my eyes
I am certain that the end is near
The school’s up ahead but I’m not there.
They will find me on the way
When I do not report to school today
Dead in the snow and curled up sad
In a newly made snow pile shoveled by dad.
O why do mother’s send their kids
Outside to freeze like popsicle sticks?
Why can’t I ride in a nice warm car
And look at those frozen kids from afar?
-by Ava Hypatia, August 2015
Note: This was written to describe the first day of school after winter vacation for prompt at D’Verse Poets.