Her Name Was Snow (children s story)
There is a story that not many children know
Of a young girl - her name was snow.
She would come down - you know not when
But she would become every child s friend.
Children would say that she was
“ as white- as white can be”.
And the suns reflections would dazzle me.
She could make herself “ a blanket on the ground”
Where children could roll and jump on her
And she would not make a sound.
Snow would only come in the winter months.
So that with her the children could play
She was very cold, but they loved her that way.
You could mold her like you would
A piece of clay, and that is the way
That she would stay.
You could make her as an igloo or
A very high wall, or roll her up and
Make her a ball.
There was so many things that you
Could make her to be.
but the thing that she wanted to be the most
Was a white sparkling ghost.
Where she could come when she liked
And the children could have a “snow” ball fight.
So children! When you don’t see snow
coming your way, then wish for her on Christmas day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Her Name Was Snow (childrens story)
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There is a story that not many children know
Of a young girl - her name was snow.
She would come down - you know not when
But she would become every child s friend.
Children would say that she was
“ as white- as white can be”.
And the suns reflections would dazzle me.
She could make herself “ a blanket on the ground”
Where children could roll and jump on her
And she would not make a sound.
Snow would only come in the winter months.
So that with her the children could play
She was very cold, but they loved her that way.
You could mold her like you would
A piece of clay, and that is the way
That she would stay.
You could make her as an igloo or
A very high wall, or roll her up and
Make her a ball.
There was so many things that you
Could make her to be.
but the thing that she wanted to be the most
Was a white sparkling ghost.
Where she could come when she liked
And the children could have a “snow” ball fight.
So children! When you don’t see snow
coming your way, then wish for her on Christmas day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Snow is not falling
Snow is not falling
No white winter is here
The children are not sleding
The dogs are not white with snow
Without it, it does not seem cold
Only does the wind make you shiver
For it is a clear christmas
For there is no snow
poem by Lexie Bousman
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A Child in Man's Clothes
I wonder if people understand the snow
With its ability to recall all we know
To remember like motion pictures shows
Its great power to wash away grieve and pain
When so often others seem to make them remain
So on the night of that falling gentle white
I stopped to reflect, to remember and watch
I was able to recall the wonders of my children, our snow ball fights
And banish to the back
The long ago nights of anquish and frights
It was like then I was playing with my children
Laughing, giggling, love, and our snow fights
It was there during the building of snow forts
Snow caves, snowmen and those snow fights
That I learned what God wanted
Souls to be free
To choose life
What ever we'll be
I think of another given
That God would never force me to heaven
So when it snows I stop what ever I'm doing
Put on my shoes and coat
Go out and play in the snow
Make a few to throw
Even if only at a pole
Last night I smiled and said thank you God
For I felt something on the inside, that God was pleased
Because He wouldn't force His love on our minds
Yet in namless ways taught me about love, good, and kind
So as I came in for the night
The memories of my children, the snowball fights
I sighed and turned on a light
And there on the table stood a cup of hot coco-
Another thing I loved on these nights
Surprised that my wife had been watching
Seems that she knows what I'm like
A child in man's clothes
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Making a Snowman
’Tis snowing in the high mountains
Of great Himalayas:
This winter’s freezing ev’n fountains
Of Poonch, Kargil and Drass!
‘Tis raining flakes of harder snow;
All roads are covered white;
And every tree-top, twig, leaf, bough
Wears a glorious sight!
No blade of grass or bird is seen;
The meadow’s an ice-sheet;
Some Kashmiri children have been
Building a snow-man neat.
Yet, one can hear the booming guns
And smoke billowing up;
While children pile up snow in tons,
Before they go to sup.
With snow in handfuls, they build him:
Belly and head and back;
And soon their snow-man looks quite trim;
Twigs make his hands with knack!
They place a cap on his big head
And make his mouth, nose, eyes;
Their snow-man looks alive, not dead!
Assuming huge a size.
The happy children dance around
The snow-man, they had made;
They sing with joy some rhymes newfound;
Their snow-man looks so great!
Their hearts get filled with joy and thrill,
Seeing their snow-man made;
With snow-balls they play on the hill,
Before snow-man shall fade!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-1999
poem by John Celes
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Snow In The Air
Snow In The Air
Snow in the air
comes gently down
and it is everywhere
as it hits the the ground
it can be love because it is pure and white
Snow in the air
love fills children with delight
because they do not care
they take a slieghride downhill.
Snow in the air
looks beautiful to me
the snow is on the ground this winter night.
it looks bright against the darkness especially
nothing is wrong everything is white.
poem by Meg Harrison
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Who Was He (childrens christmas story)
once upon a christmas day
when the children had came out to play
there in the snow on the ground
a baby was there that they found
the baby was as white as the snow
and his cheeks had such a glow.
he was wrapped in a blanket of red
and the snow was his bed.
most children would have cried
from the cold.
but he was laughing
or so i was told.
his laughter was quite different.
it wasn't a ha-ha-ha.
but a ho-ho-ho.
the children picked him up to take him inside
to show their parents
their brand new find.
the parents shocked and dismayed
none knew- just what to say.
who would have the heart to put
this child abandoned in the snow.
his body temperature from what i see
is as perfect as can be.
now you know that the police
are forty miles away.
what can we do, what can we say.
we have no phone and very little gas
should we keep him, or should we pass?
there's not enough food to go around
and now another mouth that you found.
the baby lying in the bed
pointed up above his head
waved his finger all around
and food came tumbling to the ground.
he waved his finger one more time
and at their feet, christmas boxes galore
like you'd find in a department store.
all with labels with their names
clothing, shoes, and electronic games.
looking at the baby in total surprise
there came a gleam in his eyes.
the baby laughed his ho-ho-ho- again.
'this is for you my wonderful friends.'
you helped others when you couldn't help yourselves
and shared the little bread with others
and called them your sisters and brothers.
now it's time for you to receive
for all the kindness that you've achieved.
and quick as a lightning he was gone.
but he left the red blanket to carry them on.
now my children i must ask
who was the one that created this task?
faith and love will rule this world
teach it to your boy and girl.
poem by Louis Rams
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Snow
It falls out of the sky
and covers the ground
turning everything White.
Children love the snow
throwing snowballs at each other
and building snowmen.
But older people don't like it much
glad when it's gone they often say
staying indoors in the warm.
Christmas cards have snow scenes
Yuletide and snow go together
even though it rarely snows at Christmas.
Snow represents Winter time
and coats, hats, scarves, and gloves,
hot drinks and rosy cheeks.
Snow to some is just like Marmite
you either love it or hate it
personally I like them both!
poem by Kevin Halls
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The first Snow for M 'lady Tara
Now almost imperceptibly the snow is falling steadily.
Unruffled by the slightest breeze to coat the branches of the trees
with layers of the purest white which sparkle in the pale moonlight.
A sight that’s pleasing to my eyes. Beneath the trees a blanket lies
as yet a flimsy covering but it is slowly thickening.
As falling snow relentlessly, continues drifting quietly.
The world reverts to black and white. It is a bitter winter’s night
I sit and watch from my window backlit by the firelights glow.
I’m thankful that I need not go outdoors amidst the falling snow.
I am content to stay inside I much prefer my fireside.
Although it’s beautiful to see the snow descending steadily.
I am too old to brave the cold I leave that to the young and bold.
Tomorrow with the morning sun the children will be having fun.
With cries of glee they’ll greet the snow and I will watch from my window.
The antics of small girls and boys as they engage in childish ploys.
Just as I did so long ago when I could enjoy the snow.
One benefit of being old I stay inside when it is cold.
My aching bones will not permit me to do much more than sit
and watch the children as they play and remember my young days.
18/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Wintertime
Snow falling on the ground,
Little white flakes to be found.
Lift your head to the sky,
And watch the snow zippin’ by.
Cold wind at your back,
Nothing winter seems to lack.
A blanket of snow covers the Trees,
Winter can’t end. No please!
Can’t Jack Frost do his Job?
For a little longer, don’t make me sob.
Can’t I stay in this Wonderland?
I don’t want to return to golden sand.
But under the layer of cold, white snow,
Lies little seedlings ready to show.
I must say a grateful farewell,
To winter fun, for it was swell.
And say hello to summer sweat,
Instead of getting cold, we get wet.
Hello Spring! Hello Summer!
Goodbye Fall! Goodbye Winter!
The Snow
See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright
Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street
Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content
Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows
Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though,
Makes the world, a beautiful scene
Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay
poem by Katniss Everdeen
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A Christmas Song
The children know where the cold wind blows and it snows
They write letters to a man, the North pole
In hopes a glimpse, to see him in his flight
Riding his sleigh, dressed in red, trimmed in white
Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
They will lay awake and listen for the sound
The jingle of his sleigh, Santa is on his way
The Reindeer hoofs upon the roofs when he comes down
The twinkling lights gleaming bright on the Christmas tree
Stockings hung with care, on every chimney
They will try to stay awake, till the dreams over-take
Looks like a Merry Christmas to me
Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
Riding his sleigh, dressed in red, trimmed in white
They anticipate, hardly can they wait
To see the man riding the wind when he takes his flight
Guided by a Reindeer with a bright and glowing nose
In just one night, he will make good his flight
And all around the world, visit every boy and girl
Bringing gifts of love to all on Christmas night
Just ask any boy or girl, they know
What it means to hear sleigh bells in the snow
They will try to stay awake till the dreams over-take
Over the tops of trees, they hope to see him as he goes
Merry Christmas and a HO, HO, HO, the children know he goes
They will lay awake and listen for the sound
The jingle of his sleigh, Santa is on his way
The Reindeer hoofs upon the roofs when he comes down
Mom and dad holding hands, each other close
As they walk in the snow on Christmas Eve
The twinkling lights gleaming brightly on every Christmas tree
Looks like a Merry Christmas to me.
Copyright 2010 Bill Simmons
Aka BillWilliamStar
Merry Christmas
poem by Bill Simmons
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Scenes from a New England Winter
Streams of black winding there way from here to there
cutting through a field of white
trees struggling with all their might against the soft white invader
as people stop and stare
cars turned into moving mounds of snow
people hurrying off to some secret place to go
the softness of sounds in the cold
this is winter to me
the sun a creates such a glare against the snow
your breath a frosty mist hanging in the air
people bundled up tight against the cold
eyes blinking against the white
the crunch of snow under a boot, the laughter of children
home from school, all decked out in their new snow suit
the far off drone of a snow blower says work is near
winter, in New England a time to hold dear
© JPM 1/20/09
Snow on snow
Snow on snow
Flakes gently falling
Like leaves from a tree
Asking permission
Before they land
On the snowflakes underneath
Each one different
Like leaves on a tree
A white carpet
Pure white till soiled
By children’s shoes
They love its touch
Ooo snowball fights
Snow doesn’t hurt
Snow is soft and forgiving
People hurt
They are selfish and cruel
So let it snow
Snow on snow on
poem by James Hart
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Christmas To Me
The misty fog
Crept slowly in
As the crystal of frost
Climbed on my window pane
I stand outside
In the cold winter breeze
Feeling the chill
Of our first winter freeze
Will I get to see?
My first snow flake
Will I get to make
An angel in the snow
Will I get to make
A snowman with glee
I stand here pondering
What is a white Christmas?
I can't begin to fathom
A snow white land
Is it true?
Is snow like crystals?
That shimmers in the sun
Do they softly grace?
Your gardens
In the midwinter fun
Christmas to me
Is a Barbie at the beach?
Beach games and swimming
Is how we have our Yule Tide Treats?
poem by Kaila George
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White Fields
I
In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,
Every fence, and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.
II
Pointing out the way we came,
-Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
poem by James Stephens
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Christmas White
Beneath a tree
A mistletoe
Holding someone
You love close
The snow outside
A Christmas white
Children asleep
Dreams in their eyes
Noel
Silent night
Words known well
Caroled tonight
Bells on doorways
Christmas lights on every tree
See the wreaths
Looks like a Christmas white to me
The snow outside falling
Children dreaming of a sleigh
In hopes of a glimpse of
Santa on his way
Merry Christmas to you
Upon this holy night
And may the heavens bless you
With a Merry Christmas white.
Merry Christmas to you all from
Bill Simmons
Copyright 2008 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
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poem by Bill Simmons
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I wish peace comes to Gaza
when i feel cold and comfort covering with my blanket
those children are cold and injured even died
when i feel comfort at my home
those children need to move and move again to avoid the bombs
when i smile and laugh here sees awesome scenery
those children looks so mash, scares on their innocent face
although they still not understand
why those happened to them in their ages
when others children could happily play in their playground
those children need to play with damaged bombs surround them
when I take a deep breath and have fresh air
those children need to feel the damage air causing by bombs and bullets
God.. please hold your hand and help them..
If men couldn’t hear no more and their heart are cold enough
You are the only one who could accept prays from all over the world
And make peace in Gaza and not make that place as never ending story
Always war and war and war…
poem by Minaslune Serene
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Why The Boy Inside Stays
I needed that boy
Inside of me.... Even today...
I'd ask him... long ago
Come visit and stay
I've oftened... needed his help
To heal those old wounds
That had cut... just so very deep
Even now they're on my mind
Probably forever to keep
And even though they damaged me
And left me with a ton of scars
I never let (that boy)
Wander far
The boy inside... reminds me...
Even though I'm a man
Whence I came... and whom I am
You ask...
Why...the boy remains with me-?
The beauty of snow...he can see
Even after the blissard... of those nights...
The boy.... can still start a snow ball fight
And another why...the boy has come to stay...
So that the man...with his children
In the snow could smile and play
So my friends...I say even if you are just like me
The man that has endless tears... and scars
And a damaged soul....
The boy can remind you...
Of who you are
And one last thing of why
The boy inside me must stay
A man with children...must teach
Forgive...learn...
Kneel...and...pray
The great beauty of his wife...and love
Those words...convey...
And that's also... why... this boy stays....
Clyde Grant Bryson
poem by Clyde Bryson
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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