I slowly put one small footpoem
in front of the other,
my gentle steps crunch
each bit of fresh fallen ice crystals.
I can’t control myself from daydreaming
about how beautiful snow is.
As I am greatly amused by the white flakes
gradually cascading onto the sidewalk
I tie the laces of my ice skates so that I can throw them
over my shoulders.
Snowflakes form small clouds in my eyes.
I find myself unable to wait
for the moment where I will be spinning across the pond
like a ballerina in a jewelry box.
As I progress my hand away from my shoulder
I can feel my slightly damp hair
that is now frozen.
Snowflakes melt on my fingers.
Bits of ice remain in my hand,
I think of the warm mittens in my pocket
and seize them quickly.
My cold face
and bright pink cheeks
are soothing and belong
in this winter wonderland.
Snowflakes fill my town with beauty.
I can’t come to regret taking this wonderful walk
for I am unable to forget
that this is what the earth should be like,
peaceful and loving,
When Katie Champlin wrote this poem, she was in 8th grade. Katie lives in Maine and enjoys hiking, water-skiing, dancing, and lounging around lakes.
Artwork by Ada McCarroll, created when she was in 4th grade.