The Dream Life

So that time has come

For the 1st snow of the year.

Brightening the place up,

Filling me with cheer.

I look out at night,

The sky an orange glow.

Impossible to sleep now,

As I know there’ll be more snow!

I awake in the morning,

My room is so bright.

I fling open the curtains,

To see a blanket of white.

My dad moaning again

As he goes to clear the path,

My mum ignoring him,

As she runs a warm bath.

I hurry to get dressed,

As I’m eager to get out and go.

For I have been blessed,

With this wonderful covering of snow.

Sadly now, the time has come

As it slowly melts away.

Until next time dear snow,

For again, we shall play.

Matthew Hart

Iceland Iceland

Fire and Ice,

You’re natural hot tubs

So warm and nice.

You have Volcanoes

And northern lights too.

So whoever visits,

There are things to do.

When I visited

I had a great time,

So i’ve taken a moment

To write this rhyme.

I hope to visit again one day

As there’s more to explore.

Some more, which I’m sure

I’ll equally adore!

By Matthew Hart

Soon it shall be December

People’s excitement will grow.

For them it’s all about Christmas,

For me it’s about the snow!

The purity of the white stuff,

Cleansing the air as it falls.

Others see beauty in christmas,

Trees covered in sparkly baubles.

Seeing young ones tearing off the paper

Their faces filled with glee.

For others it’s the time of togetherness,

Spending time with their family.

The big day for me,

Is all about the dinner.

Eating it all and feeling fat,

So for New year, you’ll work to be thinner!

Lets enjoy its cozyness,

Its warmth, like that of a glowing ember.

For this is the most wonderful season,

Starting with the month of December.

Matthew Hart

As Autumn ends,

So the leaves turn red.

With winter approaching,

The trees go to bed.

With the skies clearing,

So comes the cold winter nights.

Wrapped up in so many layers,

With the thick thermal tights.

To awaken in the morning,

Greeted by a crisp winter Sun.

It looks so inviting,

To be outside, having fun.

On a long walk, you must be.

Your breath hanging on the air.

As you take in this long walk,

You spot a wild hare.

So glad you are, to be outside,

Not watching that boring box.

Especially when all of a sudden,

You’re accompanied, by a fleeting fox.

So here we are,

Enjoying the last of the Autumn light.

Soon now, we’ll be inside,

Warm and cosy, on a cold winter night.

Matthew Hart