I woke and heard the grownups say
The roads were bad from snow today
I jumped right up and ran to see
White frosting on the hedge and tree
The yard was bright, the porch was deep
The cars looked half-buried in sleep
The sky hung low and soft and gray
Like winter did not want to stray
No school, no books, no spelling test
Just boots and hats and all the rest
Red hands, wet socks, a sliding hill
And cheeks that stung the finest chill
At night I stood beside the pane
And hoped it all would snow again
For school days end and melt away
But none are grand like snow day