Snow Poem

Snow falls to the ground, with a tinkling sound.
I think snow is nice, white as rice.
Snow falls icy cold, snow is true, snow is bold.
In our house cosy and snug, snow blows in my hot cocoa mug.
Huddled close by the fire, snow falls down cold and icy as iron.
Snow covers my ball, when the snow decides to fall.
Horses hide in their sheds, children cuddle in their beds.
My drink cold as ice, snow falls white as a dice.
The winds howling icy call, when the snow starts to fall.
I eat my treats, while the snow beats.
Snow is the best, but it can be a pest.

I hope you liked my poem. I was inspired when my younger sister asked for a snow movie.