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Poetry, Grades 10 – 12: Second Place
Winter Fun — Yasha Hoffman
It is a perfect winter day
The world is held by snow
I do not know just what to do
But I know it’s ten below.
So I dress up and go outside
And walk into the shed
What should I pick?
I look around
And finally pick the sled.
But wait! I think that I recall
That the sled hurts my knees
I hem and haw and stall some more
And finally spot the skis.
Well all of that is well and good
But skis give me bad luck.
So after some more thorough thought
I get the hockey puck.
I start to rush to get my stick
But then I stop and wait.
Hey, wouldn’t it be better if
I simply got my skates?
With skates in hand I make my way
Down to the skating rink.
But at the moment I draw near
The sun begins to sink.
I gasp! I cry! I shout! I wail!
For now the rink is closed!
Dejectedly, I wander home –
And with a runny nose.
I stay in bed that whole long week
With dust and drafts and mold
If I could choose a winter sport
I wouldn’t have this cold!
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