Winter Poems

Laughing Boy


In the falling snow

A laughing boy holds out his palms

Until they are white.


Richard Wright







I'm very good at skiing.

     I have a kind of knack

For I can do it frontways

     And also on my back.

And when I reach the bottom

     I give a sudden flop

And dig myself in sideways

     And that's the way I stop.


Marchette Chute



The Germ



A mighty creature is the germ,

Though smaller than a pachyderm.

His customary dwelling place

Is deep within the human race.

His childish pride he often pleases

By giving people strange diseases.

Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?

You probably contain a germ.


Ogden Nash



I found these three personally pertinent gems in a collection called Winter Poems.  The works in the book were selected by Barbara Rogasky and the illustrations were provided by the very successful Trina Schart Hyman.  Thank you to Dr. Carol Nelson for giving me this book!