Snow Day

In week ten we wrote “Snow Day” poems, based on a lesson by Chasity Gunn. First we read “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost and talked about what snowy days looked like in New Hampshire at the time he was writing. Then we wrote “Snow Day” poems about Chicago in winter, reflecting on the long Winter season that had just (finally) reached its conclusion.

Snow Day
by Caitlin V.

No school today
time to get read to play with snow.
I put on my big jacket, gloves, hat, scarf
and shoes. I get something to play with
I get my sister.
We made a snowman and igloo.
I saw a squirrel with a nut.
A woman passed and looked at
I got inside my house, made some
hot chocolate. Nicely made.
Good day of a snow day.

Frost Chicago
by Juan D.

In bright snow day in the city
the soft snow is crunchin like always
the cold makes me feel regret and pity
but the snow crunchyness makes it worth it.

Chicago Snow
by Giselle R.

Chicago has snow mountains
in streets.
And parking lots
in stores.
with snow on top.

Snowy Days in Chicago
Ethan F.

Snowy days in Chicago
are like cold and freezing.

Snowy days in Chicago
are the colors
white and brown.

by Jacob M.

The cold weather

The shiny building with snow
covering it

The downtown full of people
and dogs



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.