I’ve been looking at a lot of poems lately, thinking about Katherine Bomer’s ideas on student writing in her new book, Hidden Gems, and was struck by this one, written by a student several years ago:
Snow
I can feel a
Cold hand touching
The top of my
shoulder.
My coat is gray
And the snow is
White is falling
Down from the
blue dark sky.
I ask myself
Who made snow
Sometimes they
Said God
Sometimes they
Said Santa Claus
Sometimes I believe
Sometimes I don’t
by Phany
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