Not another Poem called ‘Snow’ – Peter Donnelly

there were snowballs and sledging, scarves and woolly hats

I live in York. I have a degree in English and a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing from the University of Wales Lampeter. I have been writing poetry on and off since I was at school.

Not another Poem called ‘Snow’

As children it delighted us when it came,  

never at Christmas but often at New Year.  

School could not re-open,  

there were snowballs and sledging,

scarves and woolly hats.

It brought us heartbreak too,  

when aunts and grandmas couldn’t come to stay,  

nor we go to them. We always knew  

the snowman would melt in a few days.

Once we shovelled the driveway   

for old Bill next-door, expecting pay 

not a hated mug of Bovril we could hardly refuse.

Now it only looks pretty. We feel the cold  

and worry about damage to the garden.  

But imagine a world without snow,  

the memories we wouldn’t have,  

the words we wouldn’t write. 

Peter Donnelly, York

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